How about vacations? Don't we all just love the fun that we get to have when we go out on those adventures. Trips to the beach, time with family, craziness like Disneyland. We wait and wait for the vacation to come, but who out there doesn't love the feeling of returning home?
As this past week went by I began to realize that the analogy of home refers to so much more then the place we live or the people we live with. How about the car we drive. I am totally capable of driving Corbin's car and vise-versa, but I know that we both prefer our vehicle. I feel "at home" in my old granny Buick It was only this week that I also realized that the feeling of home goes as far as our jobs.
I have spent the last 13 years at the home of Banner Health. I was comfortable I can't say that I ever thought of taking a picture of my desk when it was all decorated, but I can confidently say that anyone who has seen it would be willing to say that I took the feeling of home to work with me also. There were pictures of those I loved, decorations for the holidays, my fan, my pot that my Grandmother painted. I always went with the logic that if I was going to sit in that place for as many hours as I did a week then I wanted to be surrounded by those I love and things that made me happy.
As the last weeks at Banner began to wind down I began to feel like I was tearing down my home. I packed up the pictures, brought home the decorations and passed on my bible verse/ quirky holiday white board. On my last day there I literally felt like crying as I sat and saw this desk that was so cold and uninviting. I was reminded that the ability to make my space my home was a blessing. However, as that last Friday came, I became a bit scared. I won't have a desk of my own at my new job. I won't have a place to show "me" to those around me. As this and many other emotions ran through my head I began to wonder exactly what it was that I had done. Not much different from the person who uproots their home to move to a different state or country.
This week began with orientation at a new location. People I didn't know. Ok, so that isn't totally true. I was blessed that Corbin started his new job on the same day and was able to sit right next to me in orientation. However, we were surrounded by this room of people we didn't know and processes that were foreign to us. Tuesday we finished up orientation. Corbin had to go and spend time with his new boss, however, I will not be reporting to my boss until next Monday. So, that presented an opportunity to sit and read. I found a little corner, a comfy chair and thought I would spend the hours entertaining myself with my Kindle. However, as I sat there I began to realize that I was so comfortable where I sat. I started watching those around me. I began to observe the location itself. Here I was, sitting in this spot that I thought was just a spot to read. Only today did I realize that the spot was chosen for me. God put me in that spot at that moment for a reason. To remind me that although I don't have the "home" I am used to, I might not have that same kind of home again, I can be surrounded by a new home. My realization doesn't stop there though.
Later in the week I was driving to the computer training when I realized something that literally brought me to tears. My thought of home was limited. I was focusing on the "place" around me. I needed to focus on so much more then that. I was listening to Klove as I drove and realized that my dear friend, Marissa, was probably listening to the same thing as she sat at her desk. That's funny because we are in two different physical locations, but also two different places in our lives. I am on this road going to a place that I don't know and she is sitting in the office that is familiar. However, we are both at "home" in the love of our Lord. Why do some lessons take me forever to figure out? I felt like the slowest turtle that took forever to get there, but who had finally finished the race. You see, I am at home where ever God calls me to be. I might not have the same location, I might not have the same people. I might not even feel like myself. However, as long as I take the Lord with me, I will be at home.
So, as this new week is coming upon us, I feel so excited. I feel like it is my time to pack up my bag, and have my Lord lead me to the new place that he will make my home.
Lord, I ask that you bless our "new home." I ask that you will use Corbin and I to be tools for you. I ask that you will allow others to see your love through us. Let us be the people who can make someone else realize that you are the true "home."
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| The view as I sat in the chair, in the corner |
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