Where Is Home?

I’ve been overseas for 9 months, currently I’m in my 13th country.

I met three young people during dinner and one is from LA but he is moving to New Zealand to be with his future wife who he met on Instagram. True modern day romance. I invited myself over to their table and prayed for them at the end.

I’m thinking to myself- where is home?

“Whoever dwells in the shelter of the Most High will rest in the shadow of the Almighty. 

I will say of the LORD, “He is my refuge and my fortress, my God, in whom I trust.”” -psalm 91:1-2

“For this world is not our permanent home; we are looking forward to a home yet to come.Hebrews 13:14

“By faith Abraham, when called to go to a place he would later receive as his inheritance, obeyed and went, even though he did not know where he was going. By faith he made his home in the promised land like a stranger in a foreign country; he lived in tents, as did Isaac and Jacob, who were heirs with him of the same promise. For he was looking forward to the city with foundations, whose architect and builder is God.” Hebrews 11:8-10

Traveling can be exciting but it can be scary too. There are many unknowns and I find myself being led to places that seem skeptical, I find myself talking to strangers I’ll never see again.

Sometimes I meet people I don’t want to say goodbye to and sometimes I’m annoyed by the loud conversations outside.

For dinner I met a woman from Beijing. She hired Fijians to work for her business. Then I meet Taiwanese business men.

Disorientating yes. Tents? Yes I’ve made a makeshift one with an extra bedsheet tied to the post of my bunk bed….for some resemblance of a private bed. It’s a 4 bed dormitory.

I was in the sun for 4 hours. It was a beautiful hotel, I used the pool and met a Punjabi woman who teaches art in Auckland. I gave her a word that she would travel the world and teach art.

I ate a bunch of fruits and found myself with an upset stomach. I’m trying to find familiarity but nothing is familiar and all I can find home is in God.

God is my home.

Not a place or a city, not a person though it may be nice to be with people you like.

Not my earthly family because we don’t talk much.

God is my home and when I feel alone I remember He is with me and I don’t need to fear.

This guy tried to talk to me after dinner but I felt tired. I had been talking to people all day. I realize people seek a romantic partner for that feeling of home too. That maybe someone will understand you as much as God does.

But at the end of the day, only God understands you completely.

Will you let Him in?

It can be exhausting being on the road. The amount of variety and different things that happen in your life is overwhelming but it’s holding onto Jesus’ hand that makes you realize, you’re home wherever you are. You can relax, you’re home with Him.