After my first three months on the field, i asked myself where is home. I knew i was to be here in Central America; yet I asked my self where is home. I never really felt homesick but people would asked where is home for you? It was a good question and my only answer was SC. I grew up in the low country and went to college and lived in the upstate for most of my adult life. No where really felt like home. There was a yearning to go. I knew God had called me to international work and now that I am in my 50’s I knew it was now or never. So Here I am. Living in a place I had visited many times doing intercultural work. As the movie saids….home is where the heart is. I look around this city …this country and like Jesus weeped over Jerusalem I am broken for the people here. Home, well, that is not of this world. But until then I pray God opens doors and makes divine appointments. Then one day when I am “home” and some people in heaven come up to me and say thanks for telling me about the Son. I can smile and say home wouldn’t be the same without you.
We are women bonded by the shared journey of uprooting our lives and re-rooting in foreign soil. We are learning to live like the Velvet Ash tree which thrives in unlikely places. We dream of women linking virtual arms around the world to find courage for their cross-cultural lives.
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After my first three months on the field, i asked myself where is home. I knew i was to be here in Central America; yet I asked my self where is home. I never really felt homesick but people would asked where is home for you? It was a good question and my only answer was SC. I grew up in the low country and went to college and lived in the upstate for most of my adult life. No where really felt like home. There was a yearning to go. I knew God had called me to international work and now that I am in my 50’s I knew it was now or never. So Here I am. Living in a place I had visited many times doing intercultural work. As the movie saids….home is where the heart is. I look around this city …this country and like Jesus weeped over Jerusalem I am broken for the people here. Home, well, that is not of this world. But until then I pray God opens doors and makes divine appointments. Then one day when I am “home” and some people in heaven come up to me and say thanks for telling me about the Son. I can smile and say home wouldn’t be the same without you.
The longer I experience homesickness, the more I realize there is no cure outside of the heart and arms of Christ.