I Have a Home

I have a home.

This is not it. Oh I know it's lovely, with the rainbow and my two favorite sisters in the driveway. This house holds 10 years of memories. Movie nights in the basement and catching frogs in the yard and reading a good book by the fireplace and coming home from college to Mom's cooking. I love the way my family spills over into four rooms for holiday dinners in this house and the way my mom knows who is coming down the stairs without looking in this house and the way my little sister drew stick-figure pictures on the underside of every table in this house. But it's not my home.

In January, I will be moving to this house in Bulawayo, Zimbabwe. I was pretty ecstatic when I saw the picture and heard that I will have two roommates, who I can't wait to meet! I know I will make plenty of new memories in this house. Trying to cook dinner during a blackout and discovering critters in the shower and running on African time and cradling children who don't know what a family is and being Jesus to anyone I can. But this is not my home either.

I am a stranger in this world. Like Paul, I hope to learn to be content no matter the circumstances. But my home, my true home, is in heaven with the Lord. So as long as I am on this earth, there will be days I am missing people no matter what city I'm currently in and days I am homesick for my true home. But I know that one day, all will be made right in His presence.

"If I find in myself desires which nothing in this world can satisfy, the only logical explanation is that I was made for another world." C.S. Lewis