You always hear home is where the heart is, but I’ve never truly understood what exactly that meant.
A lot of my time in month 9 and 10 was spent thinking about “home”. Attempting to plan what’s next, thinking about the first things I will do when I arrive, as well as all the people I will be reunited with. But month 11 has started off a little bit different for me.
Where exactly is home?
That’s the question that has been heavy on my heart for the past four days.
It was prompted by a good friend of mine from back home, who challenged me to find my “secret place” this month.
As I was sitting in our first church service on Sunday, I was at a place mentally that I haven’t been this whole race. I was starring out of the church window, listening to the birds chirping and watching the sun peek through the trees. The feelings of peace and rest took over me and all I could think about is how amazing our heavenly father is. It didn’t matter what was going on around me, or where I was in the world, in that moment I was home, resting in my father’s arms.
When someone asks me where home is, my first thoughts automatically go to Macon, GA. But the truth is, home can be anywhere.
If home is where the heart is, and my heart is with God, then home is anywhere that I am with God.
So, Phillip Henry, I’ve found my “secret place.” The place that I can go to mentally, no matter where I am at, the place where I am home, and am resting in my fathers arms.
So, to month 11, the last month of my race, my thoughts will not be consumed by Macon, GA, because right now I am already home. I’m here in the beautiful countryside of Moldova resting in my father’s arms.
So, where exactly is home?
For me, home is wherever God has me, resting in His arms and soaking up His presence.
