Home is where the heart is

This blog post was inspired by my dear friend, Kelli. She said “What makes a home is the people.” This rings true to me on a spiritual and physical level.

Lately, I’ve been thinking about Matthew 6:20: “But store up for yourselves treasure in Heaven, where moths and vermin do not destroy, and where thieves do not break in and steal.” My focus is always to not be too caught up in materialistic things because I know, in the end, none of it matters. Instead, I’ve shifted my sight on eternal things. The Lord has been showing me over and over again that “treasures” are people. In fact, I refer to my friends and family as my treasures because they truly are! Everyday is an opportunity to discover new treasure.

For me, this often comes in the form of being a foster parent or recognizing the disparity in another mom and being able to champion her. In this season of my life, these are my bonus treasures. But I’m continually walking with my “spiritual glasses” on so that I don’t miss the chance to gain a friend or become a champion for someone. If I can share the love of Jesus with just one, I’m adding to the bounty of Heaven! It’s not for my glorification by any means…it’s to fill Heaven with the most precious commodity…God’s beloved.

The desire is Heaven reflected on Earth. I joke that I was born a Texan; I’ll always be a Texan and I’d love nothing more than to book it out of the desert and head back to the hills that I love so much. While I do love where I came from, I KNOW that God has called me to this place. I know it in the depths of my being. I’m not a fan of the scenery…but the people…my goodness the precious people make this place home. If ever I were to leave this place, it would undoubtedly be at God’s prompting and not my own accord.

Some will be called to other countries and will constantly be on the move with the gospel! I greatly admire and respect those people. For me however, “home” has more permanency…at least until I cross over Heaven’s shores. Here, in the desert of New Mexico is where God has planted my feet and burdened my heart. Here, is where I see not just a mission field but a harvest and I’m honored to pour out to these people.

I am sitting at my dining room table as I write this, with my four God-sent treasures running about, in the white-stuccoed house I’ve loved since I first laid eyes on it. I’m living in a neighborhood where the neighbors are more like family, in a community filled with all walks of life and beautiful cultures…AND I get to call this place home. I get to mirror Jesus to a community that I love so much. I am grateful for these treasures.

I felt strongly as I wrote this that someone has questioned what “home” means or where home should be. I would say to think of the ones you love most and where the opportunity is to grow your “treasury.” Like my sweet and wise friend Kelli said, “What makes a home is the people.”

Hey girls! Remember you are uniquely made on purpose, for a purpose and for such a time as this. Until next week…