For seventeen years I was socialized in Connecticut, a small state in New England. More specifically, I lived twenty minutes from Yale University. That changed two months ago when my family moved to North Carolina. Although I know they followed God there and that He is already doing awesome things down there, the move shook my understanding of home.
The concept of home has been a major struggle and theme for me this past semester, and I’ve come to realize that my real home is not here on earth. My home is not in Connecticut, although that’s where I say I’m “from;” it is not in North Carolina with my family; it is not even at Wheaton, where I feel incredibly comfortable. These realizations sadden me because I have no place to which I can cling. At the same time, the lack of an earthly home is beautiful, for my home is with Jesus in His Coming Kingdom.
I eagerly await the day when I will see my God face-to-face. Until that day, I will strive to exalt Him on earth. The news about what Jesus has done for us is the most important thing for which we can live on this earth, and I will gladly share the hope I have in Jesus with any blog readers who are curious to learn more. “I eagerly expect and hope that I will in no way be ashamed, but will have sufficient courage so that now as always Christ will be exalted in my body, whether by life or by death”(Philippians 1:20).