As I’m about to head home in my travels, I sometimes wonder where home is? Yes home is where my family is, but I don’t really have a home to return to. My mom moved to Florida after I moved to Africa. I’m going to visit my sister for a bit before heading to Florida, but her place isn’t home either.
For the past two years home has been the volunteer house on Beautiful Gate’s campus. Home is where there are beautiful children running around outside free to be children because they trust in the love and care of beautiful gate. Home is where there is a family next door where the kids call me Aunt Kristen and the adults are really good friends, almost like siblings. Home is where I have lovely ladies as roommates. Home is where I can walk outside and here little voices calling “Ausi Mpho” as I walk past and where children run up and give me hugs.
They say home is where the heart is, but where is home when your heart is in two different places?
My home is in heaven and wherever God calls me. For the next season my home is in the states, in Florida.