I’m a home body.

I love to travel and I’ve been all over but I’ve never lived more than 25 miles away from my city of birth for longer than six weeks. I‘ve always lived here in Southern California (so before you go judging me for my palm trees and my beach proximity, this is my home).

Last week I got an email from a woman in Papua New Guinea. PAPUA NEW GUINEA! I know that some of you all read in the UK and in Australia, but Papua New Guinea? Amazing!

For some reason that just amazed me. She described her life to me: missions and babies, and I’m thinking

how

different

our

lives

are.

I’m past the baby stage by a few years. I am sitting in my local, favorite Starbucks this morning catching up on emails and figuring out tomorrow’s blog post. I’m thinking about second grade pick-ups and getting to four-year-old dance lessons on time.

This is my home.

But we aren’t really that different, are we?

I give my children baths at night and put them to bed with a story, a kiss, a prayer and a song.  I worry about the future sometimes and about money. I think about my mistakes and regret both what I’ve done…and haven’t done.

I pray and hope God hears it. I forget where my keys are sometimes and am embarrassed that our shoes are piled up outside the front door to our house. I’m learning to say “no” and not to say “maybe” when I really mean “no.”

I got a degree in English and taught grammar to middle schoolers but I sometimes forget where the quotation marks go.

We aren’t that different. We are sisters (and brothers) in Christ. We are humans walking this earth, trying to love, trying not to hurt, and trying to do the best we can. We are tired, we are grace-lended and we forget to laugh when life is funny.

We are part of the same family and we have the same home, even if mine has palm trees and yours has snow-covered plains.

And we will have the same Home someday.

I’ve never done this before, but leave a comment telling us WHO you are and WHERE you are.

Where are you home?