I sometimes get confused when I think of where my home really is...have discussed this so many times before but it is a subject that pops up every now and then.
Two months of being in my home country felt like I was really home, but then, coming back feels like we're finally home. Confused?
My hubby wrote:
"Just the night before we flew back we were talking and ended up wondering what place on earth we could really call home. After years of frequently moving and traveling you just lose the sense of a permanent dwelling. We felt like strangers on earth, more like pilgrims on a constant journey with God as our constant companion. We thought that perhaps whatever you call home is a matter of perspective; that perhaps home on earth is wherever you find company with God’s people, because, after all, God’s people are meant to be family. And we all should be looking forward to a future home for “here we do not have an enduring city, but we are looking for the city that is to come.” (Heb. 13:14)"
Two months of being in my home country felt like I was really home, but then, coming back feels like we're finally home. Confused?
My hubby wrote:
"Just the night before we flew back we were talking and ended up wondering what place on earth we could really call home. After years of frequently moving and traveling you just lose the sense of a permanent dwelling. We felt like strangers on earth, more like pilgrims on a constant journey with God as our constant companion. We thought that perhaps whatever you call home is a matter of perspective; that perhaps home on earth is wherever you find company with God’s people, because, after all, God’s people are meant to be family. And we all should be looking forward to a future home for “here we do not have an enduring city, but we are looking for the city that is to come.” (Heb. 13:14)"
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