On Jordan’s stormy banks I stand, and cast a wishful eye.To Canaan’s fair and happy land, where my possessions lie.I am bound, I am bound, I am bound for the Promised Land!
Wednesday, August 15, 2012
What is Home?
Shawn and I spent last week in Illinois visiting our families and friends. I could hardly contain my excitement when we began the journey home. There are so many people that I’ve missed and so many things that have happened since the last time I was there! I want to make the most of every minute I’m there – and I usually come back to Iowa exhausted, but happy!
Our week in Illinois was great! But I found myself thinking about everyone in Iowa quite a bit while I was home. I wonder what’s going on and how people are doing. I wonder how the church members are doing who are suffering. I wonder if the church family who were ill are healthy again and wonder how they are feeling. I think of the sweet smiles of the church people whom I greet each Sunday and as I think about them, I smile without even knowing it. I remember one couple who reminded us to take our map with us to Illinois so we made sure to find our way back to Iowa. I wonder how the crops are doing and if we got any rain. I wonder how many weeds are growing in my garden! I think of all these things and I am filled with love for the people of Iowa.
But when I’m in Iowa, I miss everyone in Illinois. I think about what my parents and siblings might be doing. I wonder how my mother- and father-in-law are doing. I wonder how my sweet nephews and nieces are doing and wish I could spend just a few minutes with them to tell them again how much I love them. I think of my Grandma Boyce who is still going strong in her 70’s. I think of my Grandma Rapp whom I missed seeing this last time I was home and wonder how much she’ll be able to remember about me when I see her next. I think of my Bethel family and wonder if the pain of missing them will ever really go away. I think of all these things and I am filled with love for the people of Illinois.
I’ve been thinking a lot since returning to Iowa – how does a person manage to NOT experience a torn heart when they feel at home in two different places. When I’m in one place – I miss the other. I have come to the conclusion that I can’t repair my torn heart because I don’t want to. I will always be from Southern Illinois and I will always consider myself a bit of a “hick”! But now, I will always have Iowa in my heart, too. I have experienced growth through new friendships that I never imagined possible. So, my conclusion is – don’t fix what isn’t broken. I call myself blessed to have two homes that I love. And no matter which direction I am traveling home – I will always have someone and something to look forward to.
Although ultimately, I know that I will always be torn until I reach my real Home. I think that for a follower of Christ, there HAS to be a sort of unrest about the life being lived here and now. We won’t be here forever. As one of my favorite songs says,
I love my Illinois home. I love my Iowa home. But more than both of these, I love my eternal Home and I can’t wait to get there! Sometimes, it’s easy for me to cling to the homes I have here on this earth – but it’s so wrong for me to do that. It’s my prayer that I will remain faithful until I reach HOME. So I ask you – where is your home?