“Home is where the heart is.”
I’m sure most of you have heard this quote. It is written on wall plaques, painted on canvases, or shaped out in iron. Perhaps you have this very saying hanging in your own house. Lately I have realized that I have called a lot of places home, much to the confusion of my companions. I call Michigan home as that is where most, not all, of my family live and where I grew up. I call Tennessee home; that is where my parents live. I call Illinois home because that is where I go to college and where I live most of the year.
What that means for me, per this quote, is that my heart resides in a multitude of places. I read another quote the other day that I thought balanced the previous quote for me specifically.
“You will never be completely at home again, because part of your heart will always be elsewhere. That is the price you pay for the richness of loving and knowing people in more than one place.”
This is just the start of leaving part of my heart in places. When I go into the mission’s field, I will start leaving my heart all over the world. I just want to say thank you, to all of you for making a place a home, and allowing me to love so broadly and deeply.