There’s No Place Like Home
Waking up in a foreign place is odd.
The sounds. smells. climate. humidity. sheets… it’s all so different.
Not to mention the time change.
The comfort level we’re used to is, well, off kilter.
But, in a very beautiful sense, it feels just like home.
Family isn’t close by, home cooking isn’t permeating the air, but… it’s home.
The sense of home comes not from the physical proximity to your zip code, but in proximity to the Creator.
When venturing into moments like this in life, the physical abandon allows for only one thing to grasp on to… God. It’s interesting we somehow “need” moments like this to show us how close to God we really are. Serving Him and allowing yourself to fall under His perfect plan, opens the door to a new sense of home and self (or better yet, selflessness). I don’t think it’s a coincidence that we feel the most “home” or “alive” when we are following in the footsteps of Jesus.
Serving others.
Giving up self.
Submitting to God.
Displaying generosity.
Helping the “least of these.”
How do we transcend the moments of “a missions trip” or “spiritual retreat” and experience those feelings of home, at… well… home?
Two words:
Heart surgery.
When our hearts begin to break with the same things that break the heart of God, “home” and “alive” don’t just happen on the doorstep of a foreign land or when we rush off to a remote place of spiritual renewal. They happen at the desk of a coworker battling a divorce, a neighbor in need of a friend, a homeless person looking for a bite to eat, a child longing for an adult to mentor them. It happens everywhere. Home is now all around us. Taking down our walls and allowing God the time to perform “heart surgery” is what transcends these experiences. His heart surgery opens our spirit to seeing things in a new way (no matter how near or far our address might be).
With a new view of “home” and being “alive,” the words of Dorothy bring on a whole new meaning,
“There’s no place like home.”
Amen to that.




