There’s No Place Like…
Home.
There’s just no place like it.
After about 3 months of bouncing around between Brooklyn, New Haven, Ghana and Houston, I have finally arrived. I am no longer a nomad, I have a home.
There were so many hurdles to get to this place, that at many times, I wasn’t sure my stuff would make it!
I sat in my apartment today and watched as the movers piled in box after box. Sad as it is, in some ways, it was like witnessing a reconstruction of self. As all these things returned to my dominion of control, I began to feel whole again. But I think it’s ok to feel that way sometimes.
I think home can take on many forms.
Home can be a house with a rickety porch and a beat-up tire swing on a well-worn branch.
Home can be the cozy blanket you’ve had since college that used to help you keep warm while studying on the couch.
Home can be a Friday night at the coffee house with friends who “just get you”.
But when the porch finally breaks, when the blanket finally unravels, or when it’s just you sitting alone drinking your double whip non-fat mocha latte, there is a Home in Christ that never breaks, never falls apart, and never leaves you.
When you’ve been wandering through the deserts of life’s in between phases…
When you’ve been struggling to keep your head above water in the mean streets of minimum wage…
When you just don’t know where else to go because you’ve just completely lost your bearing…
There’s no place like home.
There’s no place like home.
Praise God!
Amen.