I think we've moved 13 times in the 15 years we've been married. Stability of address isn't one of our realities. Since 2010, we've been living internationally. When we first moved overseas, we always spoke of "home" as the USA. After some years, South Africa started feeling like home. Now Tanzania is starting to feel like home. All the while, America always feels like a coming home. We have felt at home in hotel rooms. And at friends houses. After working so hard at making a home in Arusha this last year, we are now unexpectedly making one here in Maryland again!
So, what is a home, really?
When Davis was very young we taught him the statement that "home is wherever Mommy and Daddy are."
In the last several weeks, we have settled AGAIN and made a home. Some days I say "I never thought we'd be home right now" -- referring to America. Other times I say "I really miss home" -- referring to Tanzania.
So, I've decided anew...home is where we are. Period. Noah, Tricia, Davis, Lily and Graceson. When we are here, we are home...small or large, near or far, planned or unexpected. We are learning to be at home! Oh, and in the process, some days are messy
But I wonder if this is one of life's beautiful lessons? I wonder if we might all live with deeper peace of mind and heart if we would just learn to be at home wherever we are, whatever the circumstances.
"I know what it is to be in need, and I know what it is to have plenty. I have learned the secret of being content in any and every situation, whether well fed or hungry, whether living in plenty or in want. I can do all this through him who gives me strength. " -Philippians 4:12-13