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Loving God in the Moment

I'm home...
Sounds funny to say.

I live in Germany. I am an American, an English speaker, writer, reader and lover of words.

But, God has placed me here. I don't know this language well enough.

I can communicate, have a coffee, even get into discussions over politics and deeper spiritual issues, but not without a 'Woerterbuch' (language dictionary).

I recently traveled to the Konstanz area for 4 weeks of language school. This was a repeat of October and November for me. It was hard, but not as hard as the first time. I took better care of myself.

`But, I was still ready to come home, and still came home sick!

I have moved over 30 times in my life.

I lived the longest time in the last home I bought in Texas. It became home to me.

I lived in Cincinnati and in West Haven, Connecticut. These two places also became home to me.

The other places... not so much. That doesn't mean that I didn't enjoy them, enjoy my friendships while there, (some of which I still partake) and even found great comfort in some of these homes.

But, when I look back and contemplate that feeling of home - that belonging... I can honestly say No. Not so much...

Home? Am I really home? I love the people here. I love my apartment location and even my apartment. It is quaint, albeit small :-)

But, am I home?

I must admit that even though I don't speak the language here - I fit here better than in most of the places that I have lived in my life.

I fit with the climate, the terrain, the history, the love of the arts. I've found an interesting 'fittedness' in a sport I am not a part of - but watch because people I love are playing.

Hummm... really interesting 'fittedness' in this story...
I fit here in this place on many levels...

But - do I really fit? Of course not.

The culture, the language, the history, ... the history - that says so many things.

This country has the wounds and the gaping holes still of a war-torn country. Not necessarily in the buildings anymore - but in the hearts. And then the absence of knowing God. That is an entirely different discussion.

But, back to home:

Home? So many people I talk to confess in the deepest part of themselves they don't fit.

They don't belong.

And isn't it so?

We are made in the image of God and our home is with Him. We will not be completely home until we see Him face to face.

We are sojourners, passers-by, travelers, and ragamuffins.

We are the torn and the weary, the lost and the worn. But, those of us that have received His gift of salvation are redeemed and actually heading home.

It is a journey that is not for the faint of heart, nor for the one that desires to make their home here. We are traveling companions with the Holy Spirit. And the home we run to is the resting place for the saints.

I am glad I know this is not my home.

And yet thankful that God has given me a home that I enjoy in the meantime.

May you be blessed in your surroundings as well. Whether it be from the smiles of a friend, a beautiful sunset, an enjoyable haven in the mess, or even a comfortable chair.

May you spend some time today thankful that you have a home that you are going to.

and then some of my "Ahhh...I'm home!" responses are surprisingly pleasant and unexpected... found in safe places beyond four walls... .ok... so God understands why, how, and even WHAT????? I certainly don't understand this surprising spot. ....... and so I tread here lightly, timidly, one toe in and one toe out. ...trusting Him who IS.

May God be glorified in the wait.
mutating missionary