Okay, so emo mood lifted just before the campamento last week; I’m not as pumped as I had been, but I do have some energy back which is nice.
That week I didn’t want to be here or anywhere else on earth – I just longed to be in heaven already.
Tomorrow I’m leading bible study, following on from Sunday’s sermon about our heavenly citizenship (Philippians 3:20, 1 Peter 2:11-12). When I was younger, even just three or four years back, I didn’t truly feel like a foreigner or a pilgrim on this earth, but that is something that began to resonate with me in the last couple of years.
So that’s my real home.
People ask me a lot whether I miss food etc from home. I don’t think I really miss Canberra yet, though sure I think if I were to go back today everything about it would be kind of comforting, the way home always is when you return from a long trip.
And this made me think about whether where I am right now could ever be home. It’s been surprisingly easy settling into a small pueblo, it’s been great. But thinking about the idea of home made me realise that, as content as I am here, I don’t fancy the idea of spending the rest of my life here – not at the moment, anyway. The other three missionaries are from small towns and have really made their home here; perhaps I need to adjust my perspective and treat this more as home (as far as an earthly place can be) rather than a year long sojourn.