I struggle with this.
Home is technically just a place I sleep if you prefer the ‘normal’ definition of the place you live.
But home is also halfway across the world every time I step into an orphanage in Kirov region.
Home is at a friends house every Thursday night when my little buddy meets me at the door.
Home is also in Park City this week while I hang out with college friends who share the same passion for March Madness, Jesus and being outside.
Most think about home in terms of where they always come back to and spend the most time…where they put down roots.
But my roots look different.
Home for me is mobile. I don’t have roots set down in one place…my roots are more spiritual and relational than stuff and place.
I keep parts of myself in so many places. I feel my heart is fractured and I’m indecisive at times as to where I want to be, but when it comes down to it…what I need most is the relationships around me more than the stuff.
Granted…I’ve got plenty of stuff that I need to go through. And I have a healthy addiction to art. My mom actually calls it my ‘dowry.’ But all the art is how I appreciate the beauty in the world around me, and I don’t ‘need’ any of the stuff. I do, however, need the relationships God has put around me.
My relationship with God has a huge impact on my views of where my true home is. I’ve told this story here before, but it always serves as a good reminder.
In Haiti last summer, I was very moved by our translator, Joseph, and his view of where Haitians find their real hope. They have no hope for a good future, no hope for their kids to rise above poverty or their country to become self-sustainable…he said. So Haitians have no choice but to put their hope in the life after this one…to put all their trust and faith in God making heaven come to earth. No poverty. No pain. No injustice. Just God restoring his creation and setting everything right.
Perhaps I struggle to put down roots because I came to a place where I know this world will not last. That there is something so much more beautiful and stunning than this one to come…
Or maybe it just doesn’t make sense for where I am at in my life.
In other news…I’m moving to Park City, Utah. Its fun and beautiful, and one of my best friends is having her baby here.
Just kidding. Well, kinda kidding, lately I’m just waiting for God to help me know where he needs me next. And I know that I will be at home wherever that might be.