home

In the course of my life, I have moved more times that I would care to count… Honestly. I’ve lost count of how many “housing transitions” the Lord has brought my way.

And I’m thankful for it. God has taught me so much through each transition….

But… for that reason, I’ve tried to console myself over the years with the rather-cheesy cliché, “home is where the heart is”…and up until the past few weeks, I admit I’ve embraced this wholeheartedly. But as my family prepares for yet another transition this summer, I’m just not so sure.

Because if “home is where the heart is” – my heart is divided….a portion is right here with my family in Texas, another portion with my “heart friends” and family in the Midwest…and a great chunk of it is in china.

Ugh. I don’t want a divided heart.

If “a house divided against itself cannot stand”…. I stand to reason that a heart divided within itself won’t stand either.

All that to say, I just want my heart to be undivided in devotion to my Savior, Jesus Christ.

I don’t know where home is on this earth. But honestly, in light of eternity, my home is not here on earth anyway. Not in Texas. Not in the Midwest. Not even in china. I’m a stranger and sojourner in this land….looking and waiting for the eternal rest waiting for me in heaven.

For my true home is where Christ is.

May it be so, Lord.