Homesick...

I have heard a voice...calling me to Himself through loneliness and homesickness. A place where feelings run deep and the heart seeks.
 A cool evening breeze, palm trees silhouetted against an azure blue sky on a tropical morning - these scenes of beauty thrust forth feelings from within me. A longing, a yearning for home. To belong.

Yet where is home? California, Washington, Ohio, Chiang Mai - all these hold a piece of my heart. However, none can fully satisfy my longing. I go to one place,and I miss another.

I know now why I'm called a pilgrim. I was created for eternity,
for the "land that stretches afar" as Joni E. Tada would say.

Made of dust, but made for more.

I'm learning more of leaning on Him. To be fully resting in my Jesus...that is Home. He is Home.