Everyone is on their way home for the holidays and I have to say...
I'm jealous.
Even though my parents live in Hawaii and according to my drivers license I'm from Hawaii. It's not really my home. I love it there, don't get me wrong, but I've never had a moment or even a real amount of time there to set my roots and really accept it as my home.
I've been going to Southern Virginia for 3 and half years now but this is a temporary. I have to graduate, and move on with my life. I always knew I had to leave one day, and so I've never felt the need to say "I'm home" while I've been here.
Iowa is where I've lived the longest... But the day I moved away I was so happy to get rid of it and leave. That's not how you should treat a home... I don't like to linger in the past. I move on from somewhere and disclaim my bad memories as fast as I can...
I don't have a "home". I'm a nomad. Just traveling along the road of life. Just traveling aimlessly... I don't have a place that either accepts me or I accept it. I've either ran away from it or don't want it or I don't feel like I belong there...
But then I remember where my real home is...
Home is back with my Heavenly Father. All these places that I have lived in or currently live in, have helped define my journey in this lifetime. Home is not where you belong. Home is not where you have the most memories. Home is not a location. Home is literally where your heart is. Where you are the most comfortable at that time... and where the Lord is, is where you belong.
Funny how simple things can be when you trust the Lord..
peace
