Michael Buble sings a song entitle "Home" which is a about a young person traveling around the world and experiencing life, but having a deep yearning to return home.
There's always been something in this song that has spoken to my heart, and the lyrics came into my head so often during the days that I was traveling. People would always ask where I was heading, and no matter which direction I was heading I would always answer "HOME".
Home. What a beautiful word. I was so blessed to have had a wonderful childhood and I have many fond memories of my home. And now I have made a new home in Honduras with people that I love and that love me in return.
How do you define home? The place I grew up, where my roots are? Or the place where I keep residence, where I live and experience day to day life?
One line of the song in particular has the lyrics "let me go home, I'm just to far from where you are, I want to come home."
I have no reason to complain. I am so very blessed to be so well loved in both of my homes. But sometimes this causes excess problems...wherever I am, I am away from loved ones.
When I stepped off the plane in Honduras, I was greeted by Elvia and four of the boys who ran for hugs and then told me everything that I had missed in the two weeks I'd been away. What a wonderful feeling to be a part of the Jericho family!
And so, without rambling further, I will end the post. I am blessed beyond words that God had called me to Honduras. And although I am always missing someone, there are two wonderful words that never cease to put a smile on my face. And I am lucky enough to hear them no matter where my plane lands...
...welcome home.
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