Its simple things like someone asking for your home address that make you aware that you are living in a state of transitions. We have no home address. So when you’re asked this question, you have to stop and think… HOME… hmmm.
When we packed up our things in Brisbane we didn’t have in mind that we would return anytime soon. It’s not like we will do a missions trip and then go home. We are relocating our home. Our home will be where God lands us. That will be home. Wherever we are together. SO: home is portable.
So it’s a funny day when you realise that what you knew and understood as “home” will never be the same again.