Jet lag is strange. It hits you at different times and in different ways. Jet lag with little boys is even more challenging. Elliot slept through our first dinner here in Hong Kong. Then in the morning Elliot and Simon were wide-eyed and bushy-tailed at 5 o’clock. They were up and about coloring in their room. The second morning Graham woke up at about 5 o’clock in the morning and came into bed with us. He was unsettled and fussy. After gently talking with him for a while he said, “I want to go home”. Abe and I explained this is our home. Graham replied, “No our other home”. We then talked further about how ‘home’ is where we are all together…Mommy, Daddy, Elliot, Simon and Graham – together. And right now that is in Hong Kong. We lay there both a little teary.
I am trying to remember and believe those words I told Graham. Being across the globe now here in Hong Kong it can feel far from home. Far from where we used to live in Oregon. But I want to think of home as not so much a building or a place. I like this definition of home I read recently. Home – a dwelling place together with the family or social unit that occupies it; a household. It is more about the people than the structure or even the specific place. To be sure there are things and articles that make a place ours and more ‘homey’. But really at the end of the day I want to remember that home, our home is where we are all together. A safe place, together.
I was reminded of this verse, John 14:23 “If a man loves me, he will keep my word, and my Father will love him, and we will come to him and make our home with him”. The Lord goes with us wherever we are. He resides with us in our hearts if we know Him. It isn’t a structure or building that the Lord resides in anymore, it is with His people. Within His people. He abides with us. What a beautiful thought to remember as I continue to think about what ‘home’ really is. Jesus is at home in me.