When I worked at the International School of Kabul, I was able to return to our Missouri house every five to six months when school was on semester or summer break. I loved the opportunity to see my friends and semi-launched children and to take a break from Kabul dust and living/working on a closed compound with my staff. Back in America, I could drive, walk on sidewalks, go places alone, and enjoy central heat and air conditioning among other freedoms and conveniences. 

But I felt like I had two lives. Two homes. Sometimes the constant travel and uprooting made me sad and unsettled in my spirit. Who could I share life with, deeply knowing one another day-by-day, year-by-year? Who was I, completely? Where could my transient spirit find true rest? Where did I belong?

Where was my home?

Jesus described a new definition of home to his disciples. He said: “I’ve loved you the way my Father has loved me. Make yourselves at home in my love. If you keep my commands, you’ll remain intimately at home in my love.” John 15:9 MSG

Perfect. This is exactly what I need, a home that goes with me wherever I find myself. As long as I keep close to God through prayer, study of His Word, fellowship with His Body, and engaging in the work He gives me to do, I am in reality home. The geographic location is not the answer. My relationship with Jesus makes my address secure.

I can indeed share life intimately, know Him, and be known daily. I find my identity–my worth–mirrored in His sacrifice and provision for my earthly life and even after death. I belong, always, with Him and am wonderfully home.