Home is truly where the heart is.

We are finally back in Conway, Arkansas.

It’s so odd being in this trans-atlantic transition. Aside from the obvious change of moving across the world, there are countless emotional and mental changes that while not obvious to an observer, are sometimes painfully obvious to the individual. I have been warned of these in missions classes, in missions books, and by missionaries. Now it is time to live them. The biggest one is that eventually you begin to “lose home.” You begin in your home country and make the first step to move away. You have lost your first home and start to acclimate to another. Then when you re-enter your home country you have all sorts of expectations about “going home” only to have them dashed because home doesn’t stay in a freeze frame while you are away. Life happens. Change happens. Then you decide in your mind that the foreign country must really be home only to discover upon returning that it has changed as well. It is in this way that “home” is lost.

While all of this is true, and I am only beginning to taste the bittersweetness of the journey, I have also been encouraged that it is possible to pack your heart and home in a suitcase that is as mobile as your family. All this to say, my home is with my husband and my daughter, be it in Crizbav Romania, Fort Smith, Arkansas, Mesquite, Texas, or Conway.

And the Lord is faithful in all of those places. So here’s to keeping my heart mobile this next year, as we prepare to continue the transition to wherever He leads.