Have you ever wondered where you really belong? The place God has designed you to be? He might take you somewhere else, or you might have to be patient and wait for a while before you are home. But that place where no matter what you fit, it is truly home.
I have thought about that a lot lately. I think it came to mind a couple weeks ago. I realized that I am me when I am in jeans and boots. Or cargo pants and hiking boots. Because of some craziness in my schedule I had a reason to wear a skirt two times that week. And it donned on me that I am more comfortable in a skirt than I am in shorts. This is big deal since I have always despised skirts. I hate them, yes I have worn them my whole life and will continue to wear them. But in general they are not something I desire to put on my body.
I decided I want to live somewhere where I can wake up every morning and put on jeans if I want. Not where I have to wear shorts just to be able to function because it is so hot and humid. I know beyond a shadow of a doubt that God sent me to College Station for school and this is where I am for now. But I cannot wait for they day when I get to go "home."
I don't know where it will be, will it be one of the many places I have called home? The old farm house East of town, or the camper and trailer house. The house I helped build with my own two hands. The dorm room or town house I have called home in College Station. Or the house in the cul-de-sac with woods for a backyard.
Who knows how long it will be before I get to that place where I will truly feel at home. So right now I try to remember that no place on earth will ever truly be my home. Only in Christ can I be truly content. And only when I rely on him for everything will I ever be whole. No matter how out of place I feel where I am living, or how much I think I would be at home somewhere else, in all reality. No matter where I go, or what I do unless I am whole through Christ I will never feel at home.
