Fall is my favorite season, hands down. Why I didn't bring any fall decorations with me overseas is beyond me (my only excuse is that we moved four times before coming here, so maybe they slipped my mind). I LOVE the crisp-ness (is that a word?) of the air, the changing colors, driving on the Blue Ridge Parkway, eating my Dad's homemade beef stew, and the warm flakiness of my Granny's apple pie. I guess you could say, there's not one single thing that I DON'T LIKE about fall.
So, have I mentioned that there's no fall season in India? Some of the locals will tell you there is, since it gets slightly less hot and humid. But let me tell you, it's no fall in my book :) All that to say, it may come as no surprise to you that I have been a little homesick as I think about our friends and family in the States enjoying all the wonderful-ness of this season! But I had a revelation today...
As I was spending time with Father this afternoon, pouring my heart out about missing "home" in America, and all the joys that come with it, He reminded me that I mustn't get too attached to a "home" here in this earth. Phil. 3: 20 talks about how "our citizenship is in heaven," and not only that, but we also "eagerly await a Savior, the Lord Jesus Christ" from that same home. This came as such a relief to me, since after living in two different cultures, neither really seems fully "home."
Then I flipped to Hebrews, and began reading about some of the "Heroes of the Faith." Men and women who were called out by G 0 d, several of whom were asked to leave their homeland. But you know what Scr!pture says about these people? It says that though they never received the promises, they saw them from a distance, greeted them, and confessed that they were foreigners and temporary residents on earth (Heb. 11:13 and following). They desired a better place----a heavenly one. My first thought was, "Well of course, that's why they're heroes of the faith! These were incredible people who did amazing things for the Kingdom." But then I realized, they each had their faults (they were still human, after all).
In my journal I wrote,
"Lord, they weregreat....that's not right. Lord, they were moldable, real, flawed men and women that You chose to use in great and mighty ways. With each character's story, you can see their shortcomings...Moses, Sarah, David. But you also see Your intervention. They were just willing to be used. Lord, as one who has seen the promise, let me be that as well."
So, I still miss fall in America. I will miss all the normal "traditions" that bring comfort with the changing of the seasons. But now I will also remember that my real home is not temporary, with the temporary pleasures (and struggles) of this world. My home steadfast, secure, and better than anything I can imagine. My home is in heaven.
This is Not Where I Belong
So, have I mentioned that there's no fall season in India? Some of the locals will tell you there is, since it gets slightly less hot and humid. But let me tell you, it's no fall in my book :) All that to say, it may come as no surprise to you that I have been a little homesick as I think about our friends and family in the States enjoying all the wonderful-ness of this season! But I had a revelation today...
As I was spending time with Father this afternoon, pouring my heart out about missing "home" in America, and all the joys that come with it, He reminded me that I mustn't get too attached to a "home" here in this earth. Phil. 3: 20 talks about how "our citizenship is in heaven," and not only that, but we also "eagerly await a Savior, the Lord Jesus Christ" from that same home. This came as such a relief to me, since after living in two different cultures, neither really seems fully "home."
Then I flipped to Hebrews, and began reading about some of the "Heroes of the Faith." Men and women who were called out by G 0 d, several of whom were asked to leave their homeland. But you know what Scr!pture says about these people? It says that though they never received the promises, they saw them from a distance, greeted them, and confessed that they were foreigners and temporary residents on earth (Heb. 11:13 and following). They desired a better place----a heavenly one. My first thought was, "Well of course, that's why they're heroes of the faith! These were incredible people who did amazing things for the Kingdom." But then I realized, they each had their faults (they were still human, after all).
In my journal I wrote,
"Lord, they were
So, I still miss fall in America. I will miss all the normal "traditions" that bring comfort with the changing of the seasons. But now I will also remember that my real home is not temporary, with the temporary pleasures (and struggles) of this world. My home steadfast, secure, and better than anything I can imagine. My home is in heaven.
This is Not Where I Belong
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