Twenty years ago a brand new missionary, missing home, asked me, "Where is home for you?". I thought about it for a bit and finally answered. Home for me is not a place, but people. I’ve lived in so many places. They all became home for a time.
As we arrived back in Thailand the night before last my thoughts again took me down that path. Sunday we had a wonderful service with Community Covenant Church in Burke, Virginia. It felt like family sending us on our way. As Peter and I drove home, we took the scenic route and thoroughly enjoyed the rolling hills of Northern Virginia and the changing colors of fall.
Monday, I rushed to Target to buy a few luggage straps (which were considerably cheaper than new bags!). And again I was amazed by this country and felt totally at home. The US is a place where the shops never close, the roads are smooth, the driving easy, the food portions huge and drinking water free!
By Wednesday, we were back in Thailand. We never saw Tuesday (it was vaporized somewhere over the north Pole before we touched down in Seoul, Korea). Again, we felt instantly at home. Yes, the streets of Thailand are are narrow and crowded. But the food! Pad Thai for 70 cents, available every fifty meters, with fresh tropical fruit served for breakfast. And did I mention the people? Friendly and gracious!
As Peter and I drove through the countryside from Chiang Mai to Chiang Rai, the rice is golden in the fields, the rocky limestone karsts still a deep green. And--since we were in Thailand (not Laos), the roads were actually very good, with only a rare pothole. Home again!
So, no need to ask us where home is! It's back in Virginia with our daughter, Erin, Jason, and our grandson, Dominic. It's in California in California with our son, Kevin and Ramona. It's in Colorado where Mom and Dad McCurry are still going strong. And--it's in Thailand now, this place God has put us for a season! Life--always full....and maybe someday for us, home will be in just one place.
Ruthie