The past year, or ever since I left my home and moved out to Washington State, I have had this uneasy feeling when it came to home. Or the word "home". Last August I left my "home", and went to a new "home". Moving was a pretty big step for me. It was hard to leave my family 1300 miles behind and start a new life. But I had this uneasy feeling. The first semester I would always call the house I was staying in The House. I couldn't call it "home", because my "home" was back in Buena Vista, Colorado. Christmas break came, and I was able to go back "home" for a couple weeks. When I went back, my "home" was no longer my "home". Nothing changed, but to me everything changed. Someone slept in my bed and lived in my room. My parents and sisters and nephew all got older. I got older. Everything was the same, but nothing felt the same. It wasn't my "home" anymore. I remember crying that night. Never in my life had I felt homeless, but that night I felt it. So I slowly started adapting. I thought that when I have my own apartment then I'll finally have my "home" back. Several months past by, and then I decided to go back to Colorado for the summer and finish up fundraising. I then went to training camp and met my new family of 53 for the next 9 months. We worshiped, we laughed, we cried, we prayed, I was at "home". When I came back to Colorado, I had the uneasy feeling again. I just spent a week with my new family and was at "home", and then I felt like I was in a foreign place. But then it finally hit me. I only have one real "home".
My home is with Jesus. My home is when I'm with those 53 new family members worshiping Jesus. My home is when I lay out under the stars and just be amazed at how amazing my Lord truly is. "Home is where the heart is." My heart is with Jesus. Whenever I'm in his presence, I am at home. Jesus then brought me to this passage: "And Jesus said to him, “Foxes have holes, and birds of the air have nests, but the Son of Man has nowhere to lay his head.” I'm a follower of Jesus, and while He lived here on earth, he didn't always have a "home" to sleep in. His home was in His father, For me, that is becoming more and more real. These next 9 months, I'm not always going to have a "home." I will be sleeping in a tent, or a house, or who knows what! However, this probably isn't going to be just for the next 9 months. Jesus has called me to missions, but hasn't clarified on what form of missions yet. But I do believe that a part of the mission life is not expecting to always have a place to sleep at or to call "home".
This is my new family. With them, I found my home.
