Have you seen the silverware?

Always

Home has been many places for me since coming "home" to Indiana. “Home” has been my sister’s house where Homer, who is my dog, and I found comfort, shelter, food, kittens, and hospitality. “Home” has been my storage facility and its staff where the precious touchstones of the years, pictures of my children, three decades of creativity and work, and book Books BOOKS have found air conditioned safety. “Home” has also been the Children’s Ministry Office where I found space, history, colleagues, helpers, and hospitality. “Home” now is a condominium near work where I find quiet, calm, safety…until Monday. Now “home” is a mixture of calm and chaos, creativity and contemplation, here and there. You see, the common denominator is not “home,” nor “hospitality,” nor even safety, not even Homer; "Home" is finding and being found. That is and was and will be the gracious love of God finding us where we are and the community that is called together in God’s name. So “home” for me has been call waiting, call forwarding, and now on call. I am reminded of the hymn,

Before

“Here I am, Lord. Is it I, Lord?

I have heard you calling in the night.

I will go, Lord, where you lead me.

I will hold your people in my heart. “

My current home is a little chaotic with boxes and paper and etc.

During

I may not know where the silverware is, but I know where "Home" is.

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