Recently I enjoyed a lovely family vacation near Lincoln City, Oregon. It was amazing. The view of the beach and the ocean beyond, the sound of the waves, ever-shifting weather-scapes, and of course quality time with family all contributed to an incredible setting to celebrate Christmas. Good memories were made. It felt a little like home, with all those relatives I rarely get to see these days.
It was also interesting to go back to the land of my youth–where waterfall hikes were common-place, and school band trips took us to Seattle and British Columbia. Where I sold Christmas trees to raise funds for snow-skiing in our school’s winter sports program, and where I learned stick shift on hilly, forested back-roads. Where we camped at a local lake full of legends of extreme depths that contained everything from submerged cars to its own “monster” (Loch Ness monster-style). So many memories, but so many changes. It felt like home, but it really didn’t.
Then it was time to leave. In the Portland airport, just past security, there is an atrium with a giant artistic clock, last-minute Northwest wares for purchase, and…a guy playing the piano. Amidst the crowds rushing to make their post-holiday flights, the guy played and sang his chill cover songs. It seemed the purpose was accomplished–to remind the hurry-ers to relax a little. To bring some familiar to the concourse of unfamiliar.
Maybe some of you missionaries can relate, but I think that “home” to me is becoming more like the music from the piano guy than a physical location. It’s something that transcends a familiar landscape and even faces, as powerful as those are. Instead, it’s an inner familiar peace—no matter where I am—that comes from connecting and surrendering to my Heavenly Father and Best Friend. He is not contained by time or space–so constantly changing landscapes and people do not change Him or His faithfulness and love in my life. He is not confined to me and my world, but He invites me into His world, His Kingdom, and I realize more and more that His world is where I truly belong.
“Lord, through all the generations you have been our home!” Psalm 90:1 (NLT)
*Twice a month, we send out a short devotional to our volunteers. This was written by Andrea Keele, and sent on Jan. 20, 2014.