What do I think of when I hear the word “home”? My mind goes straight to the house I grew up in. To anywhere my family lives at the time. A place that feels safe and provides comfort towards me. 

     Home. It’s a place that I find myself thinking about a lot as I have never been away for so long. I find myself wondering what it would be like if I was there. What it would be like to be with my family at this exact moment, and what it will be like when I get to go home. Isn’t that where everyone’s mind goes to when they hear the word “home”? At least on the Race it probably is.

     I feel like while this can be a place to consider home, it’s so much more than that. Home shouldn’t be a specific place. It should be wherever God may lead you. It should be God himself. As much as I miss my house and my family I can’t just find comfort in those things. I need to also look to God and find comfort in him. In knowing that he will always be my comfort and he will keep me safe. 

2 Corinthians 5:1 

“ For we know that if the earthly tent we live in is destroyed, we have a building from God, an eternal house in heaven, not built by human hands.” 

     My home is ultimately in heaven. Wherever God is and wherever God takes me. Soon enough I will be back with my family. It’s so easy to get lost in the thoughts of the future. What am I doing tomorrow, what will it be like to be home, and what in the world am I supposed to do after the Race? I can’t tell you how many times I have thought about that so far. I want to stop myself from finishing that thought every time. God led me where I am right now so why am I worrying about the future? Why am I trying to rush him and the plans he already has set for me? Once again, God is my comfort and is my home, so there is no reason to worry. All I want to think about is today and all the amazing things he will do through me and the people I’m serving with.