No Place Like Home: Day Ten
a wrap up
By Sarah Frazer
The wooden nativity is certainly something to keep, I whisper to myself. I shake with grief, packing away my life. My home is being packed away. One box at a time. One room at a time I look around and decide - do I trash it? Donate it? Or keep it? We have a limited amount of space in our new temporary house. Then everything I decide to keep after that has to fly to Honduras with us. Our family is a place of transition. I’m not sure if we are ready for this - but we are doing it. Our family of seven is hopping on a plane with around eleven bags and moving to another country.
God has called my husband and I to be full time missionaries to Honduras. So we are packing our house and moving to a temporary rental house until we can find a final home in Central America. My clothes, bedding, towels, the toys, dishes, and decorations are all being sorted. What stays? What goes? Some things are a must but many things are questions.
Another question in my heart is the idea of home. What is a real home? It certainly isn’t the things or the four walls. The home is the people in it - but some of my “people” don’t live in my home. Some of the people who make me feel at home aren’t coming with us to Honduras. Our extended family and friends at church can’t be packed in boxes and shipped overseas.
So I’m left with a hole in my heart when it comes to goodbyes and hellos. The end of chapters and the beginning of new ones feel exciting and fun! Did the children of Israel feel this when they stood on the edge of the Promised Land (again) after wandering in the desert for forty years? Did their hearts sore with the excitement of starting new, but long for the comforts of home and familiar?
The generation entering the Promised Land had only known one realty - now they faced another. And not just a new reality - new battles with new challenges and new leaders. When Moses penned Psalm 90 and probably Psalm 91 many scholars believed He was at the end of His life.
Surely Moses knew about not having an earthly home. Forced to live in a palace, kicked out of Egypt, and then wanders in the desert until God speaks from a burning bush: return. For years Moses leads the people - in fact the Israelites consider him one of the great leaders of their nation’s history.
Moses never knew a real home; so the words penned in Psalm 90:1 explain how he was able to find a home:
O God, you are our dwelling place in all generations.
So much is found in the verses that follow. As we discover what it means to have a “home” with God, I hope you will not be discouraged by your own home life but look to God who is willing and able to be your home.