Home is a recurring theme with me…one that I visit time and time again.
Home is an idea…a concept…that I dwell on a lot.
We spent a week visiting family in South Carolina.
I spent time in the place that was my childhood home.
And then we returned to our home at Fort Leavenworth.
A home that has been ours for a year…a home that was supposed to be temporary.
Now I am preparing to say goodbye to my husband as he moves to another home for the next year, in Korea.
There are a lot of cliches thrown around about home…where it is…where it should be.
“Home is where the heart is”
“Home is where the Army sends us”
“Home is wherever you are with me”
But what happens when home doesn’t feel like home?
What happens when home is a lost concept?
Coming home on Tuesday afternoon felt right to me. I anticipated it all day.
Yesterday as I sat on our front porch reading a book, I felt completely at home.
In the end I know that I have a home in heaven that my heart yearns for more than anything else.
Whatever home I make on this earth will always be temporary.
It won’t ever completely fill the needs of my heart. It won’t ever perfectly satisfy.
So, today I purpose to prepare my heart for another year in this home, embracing the life that God has called me to right where I am.