This is dedicated to all of my besties and family back in the States.
What is home?
I’ve sort of been asking this question my whole life. Since I was born, I have lived in 6 different houses, 2 different states, and one U.S territory, Guam. That’s not a lot, but that’s certainly not a little.
If anything, I’m super thankful for where I have lived and the houses I have called home. It is clear now that the Lord has always been calling me to this life of being a missionary. I have always lived life thinking that no one is a stranger. The goal is to find friends, or someone to talk to wherever I go. When I was little, I really was that kid on the playground asking someone I just met to be my best friend. I quickly formed the ability to make anywhere feel like home.
In California, I built a home constantly surrounded by friends and family. Home in California looks like my teal bedroom where I find most of my quiet time. Where I’m sitting on my kitchen counter telling my mom about my day. Home is staying at my best friends houses-you know who you are. It looks like driving down Palomar Airport Road to basically get anywhere I need to go-such as church or the beach. Home is my church North Coast Calvary Chapel, the ocean, drinking coffee at Vinaka with my friends, and driving aimlessly listening to blasting music, and home is hanging out with and being silly with my siblings.
Right now, my home is Swaziland. Home in Swaziland looks like 18 Holy Spirit driven girls sharing one room and bathroom. Home is a flooded kitchen where we still manage to dance and make great food in. Where we sit out on the verandas having good conversations, and drive down our paved road to get to our one restaurant ,Nisela and our Savemor grocery store. Home is Joyela carepoint, the beautiful Swazi mountains, and home is worshiping The Lord wherever and whenever.
It’s so much more than those cheesy sayings like, “home is where the heart is”, or “grow where your feet are planted”. In the past couple of weeks, the Lord has been speaking into this word, “home”. So much so that I have drawn tons of random doodles of houses in my journal. I’ve heard him speak to me about it in songs and bible verses. He’s asking me to make Him my home.
He is where I’ve been, He is where I am right now, and He is where I am going. He is my home. He is my shelter. He is my safe space. There is not really anywhere I would like to go without Him, but I will go everywhere with Him. There is no limit to what The Lord can do or where He can go. If He is my home, and he can go anywhere, then heck ya, I am in!! I will go to the ends of the earth if that means God is by my side.
Home with The Lord is something I can’t entirely put into words. I think that’s a beautiful thing. That means home with The Lord will never be boring.
I love where I’m from, and I love where I have been. I already know I love the places I’m going to go because that is where God has called me to be. I’m excited to learn what calling The Lord home looks like as I continually go about living my life. I believe home in California will always be a place to live or a place I will always return to. But, I’m ready to say yes to Jesus and making Him my home.
I’m wondering, what does “home” look or feel like to you? Is it a place? A person? A feeling? Or maybe it’s all of those things! Whatever it is to you, I wanna know!
I miss and love you all,
Megs
here’s a good song listen to it!! https://youtu.be/XFkDqQtfs0w
