No matter where I am in the country, or out, I am away from home. If home is really where the heart is, then my heart is somewhere scattered between North Carolina and Florida. Home is a funny term to me, and I’m sure that many of you can relate.
After I moved from North Carolina to Florida, I felt disconnected, alone, and very much away from home. I wrote my Grandma a letter telling her how much I missed the familiar weather, the familiar accents, and the familiar food. I complained about the people and my actual physical home. But as the wise woman that she was, she made sure I realized that it was okay to be away from home. Sometimes it was even better.
I had to learn really quickly that physical homes can do a lot of things, but there are some things that you can only learn from getting away. Home can grow you, teach you, love you, and anchor you. But anchors are best used when you sometimes pick your anchor up and let yourself sail into new waters. Leaving home means adventure and discovery. I could have stayed home my entire life. I could have gone to the same church, eaten at the same restaurants, and lived my entire life in North Carolina. But here I am in Florida and it’s between here and there that I have found the most adventure and learned what home really means.
I’m going home when I go to my parent’s house. I’m going home when I go to my apartment at school. I’m home when I’m sitting on my Grandma’s back porch or on a dirt bike with my cousin. But I’m most at home in prayer.
Home is funny because as much as all of these places and people are home, home is something much bigger and much better than any place can hold.
Hebrews 13:14 For this world is not our permanent home; we are looking forward to a home yet to come.
When you accept Christ into your life, you are accepting a life never again being tied to one place, one dream, or one direction. You go where you are called and you love many places and many people. Sometimes you love so much that you think you may not be able to handle it all. But when you are anchored to God, you can find home anywhere, with anyone, at anytime.
It’s easy to look around and tie yourself to a place, even a person. It’s easy to stay in safe waters and never set sail. Home is safe and sure, but imagine being anchored to someone who will take you where you find the greatest joy and purpose. Imagine being led away from our earthly definitions and into a place where you are never separated from your safety and comfort. Home can be more when your home is not of this world.
I am ready to set sail, anchored to the only vision of home that will ever satisfy me. I love my Grandma’s back porch. I love walking into my childhood house where my parents welcome me in. I love the apartment where I’ve made some of my biggest discoveries and greatest growth. However, none of these places are truly home. My home is with Christ and until I am called home, I will sail to new waters following the calling to a kind of adventure that only one person can provide.