I’ve been fortunate enough to travel to many places in and out of the United States. The thrill of seeing different parts of the world can sometimes make you think that you’d rather be living there instead of where God has planted you. A couple of the trips were to explore job opportunities where we actually went hunting for houses.
I remember returning home after each of the trips and marveling at how much more beautiful Connecticut is than I remembered. That isn’t to say that there aren’t plenty of wonderful spots to visit in the world. There’s just no place like home.
The bottom line for me is that home is not a geographical place as much as it is the place where I belong. When the heavenly transaction took place in my life my citizenship was transferred. The longing I often feel is for that day when I’ll see Jesus face to face. I also long for everyone I know now and will know in the future to be there with me. Jesus is the way, the truth and the life. Come home to Him.
“For our citizenship is in heaven, from which also we eagerly wait for a Savior, the Lord Jesus Christ;” Philippians 3:20