What is home? What makes it home? I have often wondered about that word. When I looked it up online, the definition was “the place where one lives permanently, especially as a member of a family or household.” What makes it feel like home though? When I’m homesick, what is it I miss? Do I miss the place, the buildings, the smells? If I brought all the people I love to a new place, would that make it home? How many would have to leave before it’s lost?
I’ve heard missionary kids struggle with the concept of home. They go back to their passport country which is foreign to them and are “Welcomed home.” Many move to various places as they grow up leaving loved ones behind. Then we also know that once you leave a place for a while, there’s never going back to how things were. I just doesn’t feel like “home.”
We’ve loved being back in the States. It’s so wonderful to be welcomed home. It feels just like before in some ways, yet so foreign in other ways. I know it will be also wonderful as we head back home to our ministries in PNG. Both places, for us, have parts that feel like home. Home is so much more than a place, a building, the smells. It’s made up of the people in those places. It’s made with friends and family that are so dear to me. Ones where we can pick up right where we left off as if no time has passed. The only problem, now, is those ones are stretched far and wide. Being with one group will always mean being away from another.
Everywhere I’ve lived in the world, I’ve left part of my family. A brother or a sister that I’ll meet again, but maybe not in this world. Every time I move, I’ll leave a bit of “home” behind, but only for a while. Someday, we will all live permanently somewhere. I’m looking forward to the home being prepared for me in heaven. How about you? Will you be at home there?