home is where the heart is?

a friend told me about the bookone thousand gifts” several months ago and i recently saw that the author of the book has a blog. both chronicle the gifts God has given us in a beautifully poetic way. this past year has been difficult and the first thing i think about in the morning is not usually the gifts or graces of God. but i have been reminded to be more diligent in the awareness of His gifts.

yesterday on the blog, a guest writer told of the return of a family who had been in mozambique for years – the kids didn’t know what lemonade was, were incredibly polite – just slightly different because of their experiences. the father asked the children “where are you?” and followed it up by “are you here only in your body?” the kids response was, of course not – part of them is in mozambique. the next question was “how do you leave a part of yourself somewhere else?

i’ve thought about this question for years now – myself being both in america and norway, as well as the other places i’ve traveled and given myself to. and now i’m in a new place and am slightly different because of my experiences (not more special, just… different. we all have our stories.) and i wonder how i can leave a part of myself there when i need to plant myself here for a while. because i don’t want to totally tear myself from norway – i don’t think i’ve been asked to. and i don’t know the answer. i think it’s healthy to leave a part of ourselves where we go. maybe it comes down to the fact that we all long for our real home. with no intentions of oversimplifying it, wherever i am – in norway, colorado, the middle east or the midwest – i was made for something more. we were made for something more.

“If I find in myself a desire which no experience in this world can satisfy, the most probable explanation is that I was made for another world… Probably earthly pleasures were never meant to satisfy it, but only to arouse it, to suggest the real thing. If that is so, I must take care, on the one hand, never to despise, or be unthankful for, these earthly blessings, and on the other, never to mistake them for the something else of which they are only a kind of copy, or echo, or mirage. I must keep alive in myself the desire for my true country, which I shall not find till after death; I must never let it get snowed under or turned aside; I must make it the main object of life to press on to that other country and to help others to do the same.”

C.S. Lewis


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