I used to get homesick for Africa. I remember sitting in class dreaming of sunshine, chickens running around, hundreds of tiny hands all fighting to hold mine. I’m here now, the sun shines bright, the chickens live right outside my door, and the tiny hands are those of my best friends who live in the slum down the road. Now home is eating beans and rice by flashlight because it’s rainy season and the power is out again. Home is playing Kapa Egoba* with the kids in Suubi and not even noticing the language barrier because we’re sharing so much laughter. Home is singing hymns with my classmates in perfect harmony and not being able to breathe because Jesus is just so close, so present.
And He so graciously picks me up and reminds me that I don’t have to. I don’t ever have to say goodbye to home, if I would just run to Him. When I let Him become my comfort and peace, I am home. He IS my home. And wherever He sends me, He will be right there with me. With Him, my heart is home and a new kind of homesickness is brought about. The more He becomes my home, the more my heart looks like His, I become homesick for things to be right again, for wars to cease and famines to end, for the Lord to return and make all things new. The eternity in my heart longs for the day when death and mourning will be no more. The more my eyes are opened, the more I see what He sees, the more desperate I am for the day Jesus will return for His bride and we will be home with Him forever.
Jesus, come fill me. Satisfy me. Be my comfort, my peace, my home.
*Kapa Egoba is my favorite Ugandan game! It translates to Cat and Rat. Everyone stands in a circle, holding hands. “Egoba” stands on the inside of the circle and “kapa” stands on the outside. The cat chases the rat, and the people in the circle try to keep the cat away from rat by blocking him out with their joined hands. Does that makes sense? You should just come over, and my friends will teach you how to play…;)