You know the saying: Home Is Where the Heart Is. Printed in pretty calligraphy, this phrase graces the walls of houses everywhere.
It’s such a warm and cozy thought, after all. Having your home and your heart in the same place. But as many of you know, it isn’t always that simple. Sometimes, your heart isn’t where you home is. Sometimes, they are as far apart as the ocean is wide.
When I lived overseas, this was always a struggle. I could never seem to keep my heart and my home in the same place. Some days, my heart was with me, in Haiti. Some days, it traveled across the Atlantic back to Tennessee. And some days, I just couldn’t seem to find it anywhere.
The truth of the matter is, home isn’t always where your heart is. The apostle Paul understood this well. In Hebrews 13, we find Paul advising his fellow brothers and sisters about how to live while on earth. He commands them to live holy lives, to love and serve others, and to be content with what God had given them. But in the midst of that, he also reminds them that this world is not our permanent home. Our hearts should be focused on a home that is yet to come, a home with God in heaven.
Maybe you are someone serving in one country while your heart remains in another, or maybe you are lucky enough for both your home and heart to be together. Either way, let us daily remember that Jesus is busy preparing a beautiful new home for all of us, one where our hearts will never want to wander away. And then, the saying will be eternally true. In heaven, our home will always be where our heart is.
Have you ever felt like your heart and home aren’t together? When this happens, how do you reunite the two back together?
I have always had a divided heart, half which lives in Haiti and the other in Tennessee. Even to this day. When I lived in Haiti, I eventually just had to accept I would never be fully home in either place. But whenever this would hurt the most, I always found peace by spending time with fellow Christian expats in our little Haitian city. Sitting around a table eating our best attempts at American food with Haitian ingredients, laughing together, crying together, praying together, being homesick together, always helped my heart and home come back together.