When I think of HOME

When I think of home, I think of a warm fellowship over a dinner table, of a safe place where I could share my thoughts, my struggles, my joys with the people I care about. When I think of home, I think of special memories, celebrations, defeats, failures, successes. It is not about the structure nor the design of a house, nor the furniture and ammenities in it.

There is a popular saying that goes "HOME is where the heart is". For the last 19 years of my "going without knowing", I find that soooooooo real. Whether it is a townhouse in Quezon City, a basement in Baguio City, a second floor unit in Phnom Pehn Cambodia, or an apartment in Pateros, or a shared house with a family in San Diego, or a hotel room elsewhere, I bring my home with me.

Hebrews 11:
13 All these faithful ones died without receiving what God had promised them, but they saw it all from a distance and welcomed the promises of God. They agreed that they were no more than foreigners and nomads here on earth. 14 And obviously people who talk like that are looking forward to a country they can call their own. 15 If they had meant the country they came from, they would have found a way to go back. 16 But they were looking for a better place, a heavenly homeland. That is why God is not ashamed to be called their God, for he has prepared a heavenly city for them. 17