As Yoej and I are trying to clean the house and pack all our things to go home, I'm starting to wonder about what it'll be like when I land at LAX. How is life going to be the same? How is it going to be different? What am I going to do now? I feel that I should be finding comfort as I go home, but I'm feeling mixed emotions. Not that I'm not excited to see familiar faces and spend time with loved ones, but I think that God is placing these emotions in my heart to teach me that my home is not in America, nor on Earth.
When I first came to Paraguay, Yoej and I were talking about going home and we looked at her calendar. December 20th was marked "Home America Bound". I realized that she was reminding herself that America is not our home, but our sweet home is HEAVEN. Many times, I forget that there is more to life than the life lived on Earth. I forget that my earthly life is so fleeting and we are called to live to glorify His name and not our own.
So that is my prayer as I return to America: that I would continue to strive to live a gospel-centered and mission-minded life, to live for something greater, to live for SOMEONE greater.