So many times growing up I would get home sick when I stayed with other people. I am such a stay at home person, be with the people that mean the most to me, and be in a comfortable place. Even when I got married and moved to my new home I was very uncomfortable for quite sometime. It was a hard adjustment, so hard in fact I remember waking up just thinking I want to go "home".
It wasn't until our house flooded and we moved to the ranch that it all started to click. Our move as some of you know was hastened due to the flooding. Because of this I felt I didn't have adequate time to say goodbye to my first house with my hubby. We made so many memories together there it was hard to leave it behind. As everything was changing the Lord kept reminding me that this world is not my home, and through the transition I found myself desiring to be in my permanent place of residence; heaven. I realized that "home" is not a place, but it's where the Lord has called us with the ones we love.
I am so grateful to be here on the ranch, serving the Lord alongside my husband, waiting to go "home".
The move to the ranch was hard, but it was much easier than I thought it would be. I now think of this as my comfortable spot, it's where I feel at home. I desire to be here now more than anywhere, of course not so more than heaven.
Until that day, I will wait here patiently enjoying where He has placed me.
In Christ Always,
Whitney
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