I’ve actually already written a post with this title. However, it was in a totally different context than I’m contemplating now. This just happens to be the topic of my first journal entry. I’ll be honest here. I’ve been struggling lately with my current lack of a home. Don’t get me wrong. Everyone we have stayed with have been awesome. It’s not that at all. But after a difficult year of our living situation consisting of sharing a house with short-term teams and sharing a kitchen with other staff, I’m just ready for a place of my own.
In the work that we do, we always say that home “is more than four walls and a roof, but it starts there…” Yes, it starts there. I would definitely agree with that. I’ve always prided myself on thinking I could live anywhere, in any situation, but without a proper home this past year, I have felt the life being sucked out of me. I think that has added to my weariness, and it has been difficult to walk out our family’s core values.
So what is a home? I think it’s a place to call your own. To build memories. To practice hospitality. To walk out your family’s values. I love making a place where the presence and peace of Jesus is felt. The size and shape doesn’t necessarily matter to me. Although, under that roof and inside those four walls, I really desire a kitchen, bathroom, a couple of bedrooms, and a living room! A place of our very own.
So as not too get too long here, I’m going to wrap up my little post here. Please pray for us as we continue to look for a place and ask the questions, “Do we rent? Do we buy? What do we do?” All I know is that we need a place to call home…