Homesick

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Ahhh traveling alone with the kids. Just the sound of it makes a mama cringe. Even the flight attendant began a spiel over the loud intercom, “If you’re traveling with kids, today well… we feel sorry for you!” I rolled my eyes as I handed out Hello Kitty coloring books and crayons to the three. So far things had gone quite well. No hair-pulling from in between seats, no frequent stops to the toilet, and no choking on honey roasted peanuts. Yep, had there been enough arm room, I’d of given myself a pat on the back. Yes ma’am things were going so well I decided to strike up a conversation with the gentleman seated next to me.

Interestingly, this man was from Thessaloniki, Greece. He said, “You know the Thessalonians from the Bible?” My reply, “Wow, Thessss-u-lun-iiiii-ca (imagine the southern accent)?” He corrected of course by saying, “No it’s Thessalon-ee-k-ee.” Oh okay, I say. I practice a few times.

Well, just about that time, my five year old tugs on my sleeve and says, “Mama, why are you talkin’ to him? You don’t even know his name!” She said it real loud and sassy! So… after proper introductions were made, we continued discussing how he (Michael) left his home in Greece and came to the United States, went to University, and married a Baptist preacher’s daughter in Tennessee of all places. We talked about our favorite dish at Cracker Barrel and then I asked, “Do you get homesick?” I’ll never forget his thick-accented reply. “I miss my family in Greece but God has me here and here is home.”

The conversation paused a bit and I began to think about home. On these little trips down south I usually get “home-sick.” I miss shooting hoops with my dad in the gym where he coaches. I miss my mother’s smile when I walk through the door. I miss splitting a Chick-fil-A Sandwich with oodles of mayo dripping down the side with my brother.

Home?

Where is mine really? I mean Tennessee doesn’t feel like my home but neither does Reno.

I guess missing things is a part of this life, because I can’t live in two places at once. But Jesus tells me my home isn’t in Reno nor Tennessee ~ my real home is in Him, with Him, in a place he has prepared for me.

Hebrews 13:14 says, “For this world is not our home; we are looking forward to our city in heaven, which is yet to come.”

“Friends, this world is not your home, so don’t make yourselves cozy in it,” (1 Peter 2:11 MSG).

I don’t feel cozy in this world.

I don’t always feel comfortable either.

But according to the Scriptures, that’s a good thing. Honestly, the moments I feel at home are when I am in the yoke with Christ…when I am his hands and feet, when I am denying myself, when I am following him.

With Christ, I (we) never have to wonder where home is.

We will always know. But on days we forget, our Savior is there reminding us.

And that makes me happy.

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3 Responses

04.24.13

This is not our home! One day we will be home with Him and what a glorious day that will be!!
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04.24.13

I love the answer he gave you when you asked if he gets homesick! Beautiful
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04.24.13

I agree no where feels like home to me either. One of my favorite songs is by FFH called One of These Days http://youtu.be/CHdSgQVIb5c Such a great promise of what’s to come! Love you!!

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