A taste of FAITH, a touch of LAUGHTER.
Sometimes I wonder where home is….
I was born in Scotland, of English parents. Scotland is my home, the place of my birth. Scotland is where I spent the first 23 years of my life. That is my citizenship.
When people ask where I am from, I have difficulty answering, apart from saying “Scotland”, because we moved around so much in my time there. I usually tell people I came from Edinburgh, or that I was born in Dunfermline, both of which are in the county of Fife, but we had many different homes in different places as I was growing up.
My heart is often pulled there, to Scotland. When I go there, I feel that I have come home. However, I left Scotland in 1972, and came to Canada. Canada became my new home, as I married and had children. I did not make it “home” to Scotland very often. It’s a long, expensive trip. Then when I did go, I’d feel like I had come “home” when I arrived back in Canada.
The man I married in Canada was a First Nations man. His home was on the west coast of Vancouver Island. When I married him, I became part of his large, west coast, First Nations family, and his home became my home. God gave me a scripture verse from the book of Ruth, and I claimed it as my own for my situation, because it was impressed so strongly on my heart.
Ruth 1:16: But Ruth replied, “Don’t ask me to leave you and turn back. Wherever you go, I will go; wherever you live, I will live. Your people will be my people, and your God will be my God.” New Living Translation
My husband passed away in 2006, and I moved to another community in 2011, but his community is still my home, and his people are still my people, my family in Canada. I lived there for many more years than I lived in Scotland! I have citizenship there, as part of the treaty process. Much of my heart is still there! However, I have a home now in another community, and I am forming attachments here.
Where is home? A confusing question. Something to ponder on.
I have one more home I know I can look forward to, and that is my home after this life is over, my eternal home, my home with my Heavenly Father, with my brothers and sisters in Christ, my huge spiritual family. I have citizenship there also, according to scripture. My home in every sense of the word.
Philippians 3:20 “But our citizenship is in heaven. And we eagerly await a Savior from there, the Lord Jesus Christ,”
(Photo of plaque we received from Bible School when we graduated)
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Hi Ann, wonderful post, and I especially love the connection to Ruth. Just like our lives, the best part was your finish … our next home, the heavenly one. The reality of it makes life on this planet that much easier to bear. (Came across you on Christianwriters.com, which I just joined. In Christ, David Ettinger.)
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Hi! Yes, I am at CW and this is my blog. Thanks for the encouragement! I appreciate it very much! 😀
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