A couple weeks ago I went to the DMV (Department of Motor Vehicles) with my mom to add her name to the title of my car. When I received the paperwork to complete, one of the questions I most dread was asked of me. Staring at me, refusing to let me bypass its glare, read the word
Why do I hate this “question” so?
I hate this question because it reminds me of the unknown. It takes what I thought I had finally come to terms with and had found an answer to and reminds me of how I really don’t know the answer at all.
When you ask me my address, I immediately understand that to mean,
“Where is home for you?”
A question I've been struggling to come to terms with since my first adventure in missions when I was 16.
In the last two years, Chico had become my home, but now I was moving to Brasil… with a heavy heart I put the address of my parent’s home. Fighting back tears, I heard God speak to me,
“Brittaney, where’s your heart?”
We've heard it many times, the saying, “Home is where your heart is.” With a tinge of frustration, I answered God’s question with, “My heart is in Chico, in Brasil, and in India for that matter!”
“No, Brittaney,” God gently replied “Your heart is with me.”
My heart is with God. My home is with him.
In a world of unknowns, where nothing is constant, and where even stability is insecure, I will rest in him, my Jesus, clinging to him with all I have because he is constant, he is stable, and he never changes.
May God’s peace that surpasses all comprehension, guard your heart and your mind in our precious Christ Jesus,*