Curt here.  Sometimes I feel homeless.  Not to make light of people who are living without a roof over their head at night, for their plight is much greater than mine.  But our job requires us to move often and stay in places for short periods of time, and it's wearing us down a bit.

After leaving Beijing at the end of 2009, Michelle and I spent 2 months in San Francisco, planning our wedding and getting married.  Then we moved to Wichita, where we lived 4 months in someone else's house.  Finally, we were off to Central Asia, where we hoped to make our new home.  However, a stressful first couple months there made it difficult to settle in.  We didn't like our apartment and didn't connect deeply with many people in our new city.

Four months later, in January of this year, we discovered we were pregnant, and sooner than expected.  Due to our high stress, desires of family in the States, and subpar hospital care in Central Asia (I wouldn't be allowed in the delivery room if we gave birth there), we decided it was time to come back to the States again for the birth.  We are now staying at Michelle's parents' place.  They have been extremely gracious and not overbearing, but it's still a challenge to be in someone else's home.

Where do we fit?  Where do we belong?  Will we ever settle in one place?  We'd love to buy a house and for me to get a stable job in the States, but to this point God hasn't led us in that direction.  Will He?  We don't know.  We do know that after we have this baby, we hope our next place will be home for more than one year.  I consider myself a pretty flexible guy, able to go with the flow of a lot of change, but even I am getting worn out with the lack of stability and perpetual moving.

Nevertheless, there are deeper truths to cling to.  As a forgiven child of God Most High, I have a home in heaven, where Jesus says he has prepared a room for us.  So we should never feel totally at home here on earth.  In fact, if you ask residents of Joplin, Tuscaloosa, Christchurch, New Zealand, or northeastern Japan, our homes here on earth could be destroyed in a matter of seconds.  Moreover, with 9.2% unemployment here in the States and economic uncertainty, many people have very little stability here as well.  Anything could happen tomorrow.

So I must ask myself, where is my faith?  In a stable job?  A stable house?  A stable city?  Or a stable God?  I'm reminded of Jesus' words in Matthew 7 about a house being built on a rock or on the sand.  He's not talking about a literal house; he's talking about our faith.  When the storms come, where is our faith- on the rock of Christ, or on the sands of the world?  My prayer is that we build our spiritual house, our faith, on the rock of Christ, regardless of how many times we move in the next 5 years.


 


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Mom Kim
07/18/2011 7:26pm

You said it all!!! It's all just "stuff" , even our homes. God gifts us with stable seasons in life on this earth and with "unstable" seasons...and, either way, He always equips us to handle it. And, it is evident he has and will continue to equip you both as well!

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Greg I
07/19/2011 11:15am

good thoughts, thanks for sharing. glad you're back state-side even if only for a short while.

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good post

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Anibal
03/10/2012 10:40am

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