WHERE IS HOME?

I have moved so many times that my friends and family say they have a separate address book just for me. Although every time I have moved I have relied on prayer to show me the way, one time was particularly memorable in terms of my spiritual growth.

I was teaching and had received a requested transfer ten hours away from my family and friends. During the first week of staying there at a friend's home, I found the perfect house. It was quiet, on the beach, overlooking a tropical island. "Wow," I thought, "God is so cool!" There was one catch: I would have to wait two weeks until the tenants moved to their newly built home.

My friends invited me to stay with them. However, three months later I was still waiting. It became clear that I had to move, even though my friends and I were enjoying each other's company. I told them that I would move out on Sunday afternoon. Sunday morning came, and I still didn't know where I was going to move. For a second I thought I was homeless. "No," I thought, "God will show me." I started packing all my things, until everything was in my car and ready to go. The afternoon came, and I still didn't know where I was going.

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