When I was just a little girl, I longed for nothing more than to put down roots in the same small southern town where my family has lived for generations.
Love for that place and it’s quiet, predictable ways convinced me there was no where on earth, save there, for me. Besides, every person I cared anything about dwelled between it’s borders. I couldn’t for the life of me think of a reason any sane individual would want to leave.
I assumed that safety and happiness were only found in the familiar surroundings and beloved faces of that sleepy little spot of earth.
But as I grew so did the dreams God planted in me. Sooner than I would have guessed and earlier than Mama preferred, He began to call me out from that haven. One small step outside it’s protective borders, and then another. Until I found my feet wandering all over God’s green earth, and sometimes farther.
And although I still adore that blessed little town and hail it as the dearest to my heart, I have discovered a truth that lets me leave securely:
Home is where He is.
Home is where He sends us. Where He keeps us. Home is where He calls us us. And sometimes where He drags us. Home is in the city and in the country. In the lush of South Alabama and the brown of New Mexico too.
Dear ones, there is no place where God is not. We fool ourselves and idolize places when we believe that happiness lies only there, in that particular spot. Scripture would preach us another sermon. There is no place sweeter than His presence, and His presence is not tethered to a location.
Home is living fully right where He plants us. Embracing whatever with whomever He surrounds us. Home is simply being with Him.
So let’s be people who love where we’re from and stay there if God so desires. For those He has called out, may we go back often and keep a sacred spot in our souls for where we started.
But no matter where we find ourselves, may our deepest roots be in Him and not the dirt of this earth. Because home is not a place, it’s a Person.