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Home is a slippery word. At least it can be for some of us.

I love London, my current city, and I love Wisconsin, the land of my roots. Both places feel like home. Other days when the world wobbles and I feel like a stranger, I’m reminded that neither place is home. Not forever anyway.

“ Our citizenship is in heaven, and from it we await a Savior, the Lord Jesus Christ.”

This is a fixed hope if you believe it, a sturdy railing to grasp when the winds pick up. And if you don’t believe it… well it’s a mystery to ponder at the very least.

We all long for home in one way or another. We all want safety and security and something – someone – we can count on. We’re human, and our longings trace back to the bigger, better story we’re all a part of, like it or not. We’re meant to long for home.

As you sink into one of my stories, I hope you laugh, and cry (but in a good way), and glimpse traces of yourself and others and the bigger, better story that stretches above us. More than that, I pray you encounter hope and, in time, that hope leads you home.

Rachel