“So, where is home for you, then?” I get asked, yet again, after meeting someone new and making the proper introductions. There’s no easy answer, so I smile and ask another question, re-directing the conversation. Home? Where is home? 

It seems we’re always on the go, running from one airport terminal to the next, checking train schedules and praying to make it on time before the bus leaves. There are road trips and taxi rides, mixed with back pain from carrying heavy luggage and transporting packages from one country to the next. And, oh, the paperwork… it seems never-ending! There are days you hold your breath, hoping you’ve gotten the right files this time as you approach the officer behind the immigration desk. Then there are hospital visits, where, while you wait, you open social media and see smiling faces and your friends across the ocean, purchasing new houses and cars and loads of things meant to make life easier and joy greater. 

And truth is, sometimes I wouldn’t mind being the woman in the feed; the woman with the perfect hairstyle in the white kitchen, making dinner from products I love but can’t get on this side of the world.  

Because sometimes, this kind of life is too sacrificial and tiresome and just. plain. hard.  

But then I open Scripture, and I’m convicted as I read Paul’s words, “So then, just as you received Christ Jesus as Lord, continue to live your lives in him, rooted and built up in him, strengthened in the faith as you were taught, and overflowing with thankfulness.” Colossians 2:6-7 

I’ve received Christ Jesus. He is my Lord, my Rock, my Shelter. He is my Home. It is I in Him and Him in me. There is nothing in the world that is more stable, secure, or satisfying. 

 So I board another flight on another trip, and my heart overflows with thankfulness because, while the distance between my earthly home grows larger, the space between me and my Lord grows smaller as I continue living this short life, rooted in Him.