Where is Home?

Many have told us:

“Welcome home!”

“So glad you’re home!”

“Couldn’t wait for you to get home.”
With our return to the states on furlough, we have called our small town here “home” followed by a few sentences later “when we get home” meaning our home in Polokwane, South Africa.
It’s a catch-22:

We feel like traitors when we call our hometown “home” for we know in our hearts Polokwane is our home. Yet we don’t want to hurt people’s feelings by saying “This is not our home.”
Recently I wrote on home being where our heart is and our heart being at different places at once. While we are physically here and are truly enjoying our time with family and friends our hearts are with, not so much Polokwane but, the people we minister to in Mozambique.
How is Ernest doing with the garden?
Have the women learned their memory verse?
How are baby Esaya and the rest of Albertina’s children?
Because of the flooding which caused the border post to still be closed, we have been unable to go into Mozambique. But as it has always happened each time we have gone in…
We cross the border and begin our journey to Xicumbane on the sand-filled road and know we are finally at home.
We can’t wait until that feeling of “home” happens.

2 thoughts on “Where is Home?”

  1. What a sweet tugging! I remember our daughter Katie going to college, and especially after she and her husband met, feeling torn if she was up here…knowing that her school friends and future church family were down there; that she would be making her home in California. I feel like a part of “home” is where she is. And then again, like glo below, there is always the longing to be with Christ. Even earlier today I was pondering Paul's “to live is Christ, to die is gain”–so totally understandable and still so mysterious. Also a reassurance in that, that those of us who belong to Him are never permanently apart.

  2. Debbie, even though I'm not a missionary in the sense that you are, I can relate. We are, after all, pilgrims and strangers in this world, period. As that cliché goes “home is where the heart is”…our hearts are ultimately set on our home in heaven and even here on earth, on the Kingdom of God. I feel most at home when I'm with my brothers and sisters in Christ, but I am ever aware that I don't 'fit in' anywhere on earth 🙂 Thanks for sharing, I know Scott and Wendy always feel the same way 🙂

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