Sorry I’ve been quiet – I’ve just returned home after visiting home!
I’m just back from a trip to Ireland – my first home and although I haven’t really lived there much in the past 10 years it is still home. I am a blessed person because I consider myself to have three homes – Belfast, Cape Town and Mbuna, Malawi. But this blessing also comes as a curse – wherever you are someone is missing. I remember the look on my parents’ face the first time I talked about going home and didn’t mean Ireland and their house. For me home is not ‘where the heart is’ as the saying goes, as it seems my heart can be in many places at once. Home for me feels like where there is family, but I do not mean just blood family here, but church family. Where ever I have gone in the world I have made a home where I have found a church to worship at.
The problem is that if your home is many places then homesickness is perhaps more random and frequent – one day I can miss Jaffa Cakes and the next it is a longing for a bottle of cherry plum (a lovely cool drink from Malawi) followed by a craving for PS bars.
One Psalm that I turn to when homesickness strikes is Psalm 139:
Psalms 139:9-10 If I rise on the wings of the dawn, if I settle on the far side of the sea, 10 even there your hand will guide me, your right hand will hold me fast.
I may be far from people I love and not see them as much as I would like but my Father God is always close by. What makes you home sick? Where is your home?