What makes a place “home?” Some would say family. Others would say their bed or favorite couch or where a favorite cup of coffee can be had. I guess your home would be your own personal environment that feels familiar and comfortable for you.
I’ve tended to feel more nomadic over the years. My home for awhile was the Dayton, Ohio area. Haiti was and continues to feel like home. Rooftop beds under brilliant skies have been my favorite.
For me, a home is not about a bed or a specific geographic location. “Home” is where God has called me to lay my head and plant my feet. For me, it’s tended to be seasonal. I’ve never unpacked for long - ’tis the life it seems for this follower of Jesus.
But my home base changed this past week. It is now Louisville, Kentucky. Not too long ago Louisville brought
to mind horses, mainly. I didn’t get an urban picture in my mind at all when I thought of it. But I’ve learned quickly that Louisville is a good-sized city, rich in culture, with tons of southern hospitality. It has many “home-cooking” places, like Mark’s Feed Store, that are excellent. There are malls and Super Walmarts, Starbucks, and Paneras. Nice!
And now I have my own little place - a studio apartment. It’s off a main street, but quiet. I like it. I’ve kept it simple so far. The only furniture I have is a mattress and a stool to work from.
But all is well. God wants me to call this place home for now. And so, it is.
So I ask again, what makes a place a home? I have come to find that home is being in God’s hands. And that place can be found by all, in many locations, and in many seasons. Right now the location of my home is a little studio in Louisville, KY.
May we continue to share this news and play a part in what He’s doing in the world. No matter where we are or what we are doing, may that be our home.