Our summer in Texas is somehow over! We’ve been here a long time, yet it’s gone by so quickly. We’ve been so incredibly blessed by all the help in the form of places to stay, meals, babysitting, naps, date nights, prayers, visits, encouragement, and the multitude of other ways so many have invested in our family. Because of this summer of blessings, I’m ready to go back to North Carolina and have grand plans to do something other than manage chaos. That’s incredible progress, y’all!
About ten days ago, though, I got to the point of being over it. I want my own bed, kitchen, routine, and friends. I never want to see or pack another suitcase as long as I live. Not a single one. I just want to go home. Home. The place where I’ve only spent six months, and most of that isolated in our tiny apartment filled with crazy kiddos. The place where I grudgingly left, overwhelmed and exhausted. How can that be home?
But…where is home, anyway?
Is Waco home? We’ve spent our summer in our childhood houses, which are always welcoming and familiar. (Why yes, I have loved moving back in with our parents! Although I think we can all agree it’s time for us to move along…) I can navigate the city without a second thought. I know this place, and it knows me.
Is Fort Worth home? I drove through the city that was our home less than a year ago, able to get around but with some difficulty. It’s changing. It’s a city filled with people who still know and love our family. It’s the place where I have the most friends, the ones who hug me hard and snuggle my babies and know why I’m crying on their couches. My kids’ best friends are still here. We bought our first home here. We became parents here.
Is North Carolina home? It’s where I’m so excited to return to, full of hope and plans for an amazing year. It’s beautiful and welcoming. Our church is wonderful. It’s where we’re supposed to be right now. And yet, a move is coming up in less than a year. But I love it and am not ready to leave.
All of these places have been home, but only for a time. Somewhere new will be home before 2014 is over, Lord willing. I’m so thankful for the church that extends to all of our homes, with believers ready to welcome us and love us and send us on.
But all of these homes make me long even more strongly for my true home, my eternal home, my heavenly home. Until then, we press on, seeking to serve the Lord with joy.
Pray for our return trip, if you will! I’m incredibly thankful to be traveling back with PJ. I think it’s his turn to hold the leashes. ;-)