An odd thing happened in the Singapore airport (I may have spent a little too much time in that location – actually quite a few odd things happen in an international airport at 3am, but that’s not my point). A family came and sat next to me… they were speaking Spanish and it reminded me of home. I was a bit amused at my reaction and a bit pleased that I have gotten so comfortable in my neighborhood in North Aurora, Colorado that even though I didn’t understand much of what they were saying it felt and sounded a lot like home. When I tried to tell them that, they moved a few chairs away from me – I chose not to take it personally.
It reminded me how much my life has changed in the past few years. On my way to Myanmar, sitting in the Singapore airport, hearing a family communicate in Spanish reminded me of home.
It also reminded me of the importance of “home”. Physical and spiritually we look for, we long for “home”. A place that is comfortable and safe. A place where we are accepted and valued. A place where we can relax and be ourselves. The Bible says that God has prepared a place for us – “home”. We get imperfect glimpses of it here on earth… but some day, we get to go home.