Home Again Home Again

Home Again Home Again

Last week I was writing about how I only had two more sleeps before I would be home. Today I sit in my living room writing this blog update. It is good to be home. I didn't realize how much I missed my family until that afternoon when I walked into the house and saw Taryn and Calvin. It was a precious moment. I gave Taryn and Calvin a kiss, and Calvin jumped into my arms. He wouldn't let me out of his sight. The rest of the day was sword fights (with the swords and shield I bought in Kampen) and dancing. It was great.

In our almost seven years of marriage, Taryn and I have lived on three different continents. None of those places have been 'home' in the sense of the place where we grew up and have known people for years. When I was in Kampen, I was talking to a friend who is also doing his PhD at the University of Edinburgh. It was near the end of our time there, and we were discussing getting back to our families. He noted that it is a weird feeling to think about getting back to Edinburgh because it wasn't getting back home.

He is right, there is a sense in which coming back to Edinburgh isn't coming 'home'. Yet, there is a sense in which coming back here is home. The more I move around the world, the more I realize the truth of the oft used phrase: 'home is where the heart is'. Home for our little family has become less about a location and more about when we are together. Edinburgh didn't feel like home for Taryn while I was gone because I wasn't there. Kampen gave me a longing to get home because Taryn and Calvin weren't there.

Yet, even in the midst of being home with Taryn and Calvin there is an even greater deeper longing in me. I want to be home forever. I want this time of sojourning to come to an end and for the day to come when the Lord gathers up all his people and we are home with him. Being on this journey can be exciting, but to be at home, to be at rest, that is what I long for. I know I mention this often, but really every Sunday we get a taste of being home. When we gather in worship, we get a glimpse, if only for a moment, of what that day will be like. The day that we are home forever.

I love being home with my family. I have missed them. Yet, these momentary pleasures drive me to the truth that there is more to come. I can't wait to truly be home. For now, I will enjoy the journey. I will enjoy the moments that make me long for more.

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