Maybe, like me, it will be your cure for writer’s block.
At first glance, home is a million things all wrapped up in a fuzzy feeling. For me, the smell of chlorine and the sight of a pool feels like home. Summers and winters spent tirelessly pouring myself out in the water translate into a thirty year old woman, who can not resist the sight and the smell of a natatorium.
But as I’m growing and learning and changing: Home is also knowing I am where the Lord has me. In this moment, at this time, following His call in obedience, not always easy, not always a feeling, but it’s home. Kenya.
Not because it smells of chlorine, always bringing about warm fuzzy feelings; in fact we live on a continent where many struggle to find clean drinking water let alone clean swimming water. And we don’t always have warm feelings.
Rather, it’s home because we labor where we know HE has us. We are confident in the One who sustains us here and it makes this our Home.
And we long for the Day of His return when we will be ushered into His presence and be HOME for eternity.