Where Is Home?
By, Susan Sage
In My Father's house there are many dwelling places (homes).
If it were not so, I would have told you;
for I am going away to prepare a place for you.
(John 14:2 Amp. Bible)
I grew up a bit of a mixed-up kid. I was born in Canada of Texan parents. Kids made fun of me in the States for having a “Canadian” accent. But I also received teasing in Canada for having an “American” accent.
I grew up learning the history of the United States and the history of Canada. I could name the provinces and territories and knew all of the states. I grew up learning French. I also heard and learned words like “y’all” and “tard”- (translation: plural “you” and “very tired”!) I knew that many Canadians drank hot tea while Texans preferred ice tea. I knew in which country to buy “Shreddies” or “Shredded Wheat”. I knew where to get “Smarties” vs. “M & M’s”! I knew what sticky, muggy heat felt like and I knew the burning sensation of frostbite inside of my lungs.
Confusion often plagued me because I didn’t know where I belonged or where to call home. Canada seemed like home except when we lived in the States. When I went to Canada, I claimed its citizenship, until I went to the States.
I felt like an alien or foreigner no matter where I traveled.
Over my fifty plus years, I’ve lived in twenty-four different homes, which doesn’t include my years in college. At the writing of this blog, I’m about to move again, to a new state in a temporary house. So, of course, the question often rises as to where home might be.
What I’ve discovered through all of these moves is that home is not about where I live.
Home is about my family. It’s about the people around me. Home is more about being in the moment wherever I am and not wishing for something else. It touches on where I allow my yearning to stop and rest in where God has me to begin.
Mostly, home is about my relationship with God because the truth is this world is only my temporary residence. The home God has for me is in the relationship we share. He is the only constant through all of the geographic and emotional changes.
No one knows who wrote it but there’s an old hymn, which says, “This world is not my home, I’m just a passin’ through.” It goes on to say that home is in heaven. But, while I’m here, home is wherever God has me.
Lately, I’ve felt like Abraham when he set off on a venture but didn’t know where he’d end up. I identify with Gideon when God told him to go in his strength, because that strength rested in God. I’ve had to trust like Joseph, that the dream God gave will come to pass because it’s God’s responsibility to bring it about, not mine.
And that’s where I hang my “Welcome Home” sign. He is my home and that’s where I belong … fully … completely …without a doubt, at home with God.
Let's Meet the Author
Susan Sage is from N. California where she lives with her husband, son, and very energetic golden retriever. She writes a weekly blog, where she uses every day circumstances to encourage women in their faith walk with God. Susan enjoys reading in many genres, teaching women’s Bible studies, and spending time with friends at every opportunity. Currently she is working on a book incorporating the things she has learned as she has dealt with physical ailments, hoping to complete it by early 2015. Susan speaks for women’s retreats, luncheons, and other engagements. Her topic of choice involves helping women find their identity in God’s love.
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