Where is home?

The first question Joshua was asked upon arriving to the USA by the US Customs official was, “Where is your home young man?” Joshua just kind of gave him a blank stare like, I really don’t know.

I quickly explained sensing the concern in the customs official’s face that is not really an easy question for him to answer. I explained that we have been living oversea for the last 3 years first in France and then in Cameroon and we lived in several houses before we left.

Sometimes it’s not easy to not have a place to call home, but we have been teaching our children that where our clothing is and where we are sleeping is where they can call home. We have a different rental house waiting for us when we return to Cameroon and the boys are looking forward to that home, since it comes with buddy the dog. We are very thankful for all our family members who have agreed to let us stay with them over the next few months and where our boys can call their house home.

But we are citizens of heaven, where the Lord Jesus Christ lives. And we are eagerly waiting for him to return as our Savior. He will take our weak mortal bodies and change them into glorious bodies like his own, using the same power with which he will bring everything under his control. (Philippians 3:20-21)

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2 Responses to Where is home?

  1. Pop-pop says:

    Awesome words. You always have a home with us.

  2. Mom says:

    My house is home to you, and when you’re all there you make it ‘home’ to me, too, instead of just a house. Win-win!

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