Home(s)

[et_pb_section bb_built="1"][et_pb_row][et_pb_column type="4_4"][et_pb_text]     I just realized that by the time I leave for Lithuania, I’ll have no keys on my keyring. None at all. No house, no apartment, no car. Just those little plastic tabs for memberships and rewards programs. And I won’t even need those. As far as I know, there’s no Panera or Staples in Lithuania.This reminds me of something that happened a few weeks after I moved in for my three months in Grove City, PA. A woman I met asked me where I lived. And my heart turned over a little bit, because part of me wanted to say, “I don’t really have a home.” And the more sensible and less dramatic part of me wanted to answer, “I live with Katy for now.”I shared this at church and told those assembled that I don’t understand why the one thing I’ve always really wanted -the security of a stable home- hasn’t yet been restored. As I spoke, I heard the answer coming out of my own mouth, “God wants to show me that His people are my home. All over the world are people who love me and will open their doors to me.”I’m loved! I’m loved by brothers and sisters in Christ who haven’t met me yet. Time and again strangers have welcomed me to their guest rooms and their tables, just because we share faith in Jesus.This is much better than a house.So instead of thinking about the keys I don’t have, I’ll remember what I do have: Jesus. And His people.[/et_pb_text][/et_pb_column][/et_pb_row][/et_pb_section]