I think I’m getting old. Isaac tells me I am frequently, so maybe that has something to do with it.
Case in point:
I was filling out the 2012 Partner Trip calendar this morning, and I noticed that exactly one year from today, some of our partners will have their feet on the ground in Liberia (feel free to sign up by clicking on the pic!). Then I thought, where will I be on this day in 2012? I laughed out loud. Really. Actually, it was more of a snort.
I’m not sure where I will be in February, let alone next Christmas.
I’m not complaining. I’m only complaining a little. It’s hard some days to live with such uncertainty from month to month. However it came about, my mind is starting to long for little bits of predictability: A front porch. A backyard. Walls that I can knock out and floors that I can refinish. Puppies. Essentially, I am starting to long for a home. But as I am learning how to do (slowly), I fall back on Christ to unpack my emotions.
“If you keep my commands, you’ll remain intimately at home in my love. That’s what I’ve done — kept my Father’s commands and made myself at home in his love.” -John 15:10 (MSG)
Christ is my home. As long as I follow his path for my life, I will be right where I am supposed to be. Not earth-shattering news, I know. But it is so comforting. There’s your simple thought for today; abide in Christ, and find yourself at home.