On Tuesday of this week we went to Mr. D's, furniture shopping. As usual, we found ourselves explaining a lot.
"Yes, well we're moving to a small apartment so we'd like to see your doll furniture collection, please."
"No, no. We're not moving into the new apartments they're building down the street. Actually we're moving to New Orleans next month."
And then we get, "Oh! Why?"
And then we explain about seminary and that it is very different living on campus than out in the ghettos and so on and so forth!
On Tuesday, though, after getting an "Oh!" Jackie asked, "Why does everyone say that?!" That particular man told him that it was because that just seemed an awful long way from home. Yes, furniure man, sometimes it does. Sometimes when I think about leaving my Granny's peonies that are planted at the side of my house on the street that I've lived on for 23 years NOLA does seem far from home.

Some people think I ought to settle down and build a big, fancy house and buy a nice, fancy car like other people my age are starting to do. You know, close to home. But then I think about heaven and what the Bible says about home.
"For we know that if our earthly house, this tent, is destroyed, we have a building from God, a house not made with hands, eternal in the heavens." 2 Corinthians 5:1
"Now therefore, you are no longer strangers and foreigners, but fellow citizens with the saints and member of the household of God." Ephesians 2:19
I know that no matter what ties I manage to make here...however long I live in one tent, however big or small I manage to make that tent...it's still just a tent. Just a temporary dwelling to sustain me on this leg of my journey and that someday I will have a building from God, eternal in the heavens and that I don't belong here; I will forever belong to God's household no matter how comfortable I get in one place here! I think about that and I don't get so homesick for fading memories, I get happy for lasting promises. = )