Heather and I were visiting with her Grandpa yesterday, and he said something that has stuck in my mind. “Going places is great, but coming home is always the best.” I think that is true. This past week of “being home” has been a great time for the two of us. It has been a time to see family and friends, many of whom we had not seen in at least 6 months. It has been a time of celebration. (We’ve had 7 Christmas celebrations!) It has been a time of relaxing (3 books read on the trip so far). But mostly it has been a time of being home.
Being home is not simply about a place, but it is about a being in a place of mutual love with a sense of security. That is one thing that I don’t always feel in Kentucky is secure, as living has been more of a struggle. I have a feeling though that will come with time as most feelings of home do. It takes us a while to settle somewhere, but once we’ve settled there, there will always be a sense of home there. That is why Heather’s mom’s home and Mima’s home are homes along with my parent’s home. It is why our trip to Norman will be another place where we are at home, and it why I believe one day 10 years from now, we will go to Kentucky and find home.
Home is a good feeling, and I think there is more to it than just a house or being with family and friends, but I think that home is a place that God lives, where his values of unconditional love and giving are commonplace, and the legacy of his Son is of utmost importance. And whenever one comes home and doesn’t feel those virtues, well that is where our homes have lost their homes. So, remember: we are visitors in this world, and we should enjoy it to its fullest, but always bring home with you wherever you go, and always know that we all have an eternal home beckoning us with a warm fire, dinner, and a hug.