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I settled down into seat 34G, disappointed that I didn’t get the aisle. Well, I guess it was to be expected, considering I had only booked my flights from South Africa to the United States that same morning.

The 50-something woman who had scored the aisle seat next to me waited until she heard the click of the seatbelt between my fingers before she tried to break the ice. “So, are you headed home?” she asked innocently. Little did she know just how loaded those five words really were.

I paused. The hesitation was just a little too long. But I genuinely did not know what to say. “Well, I … um … I guess so. Well … no, not really. Um … I’m not sure.”

The poor woman probably wondered if I suffered from some type of mental illness. Sometimes I wonder the same myself. My soul stirred with emotional turmoil as I fumbled for a way to articulate the present reality.

“My mom died this morning,” I blurted out. There was simply no way to cushion the blow. “I’m from the States, but I’ve been living in Cape Town for the past nine years. And I got the call this morning that my mom died in Michigan. So, here I am.”

Was I going home? Technically, yes. Holland, Michigan, had been the only town I had lived in for the first 21 years of my life. But when I moved to Cape Town and married a South African, more than a handful of people urged me to stop referring to Michigan as “home.”

“You’re married now,” they said. “This is your home. You can’t keep calling that place your home, because you’re establishing a new home now.” They were quite adamant about the whole thing, so I made a valiant effort to catch my tongue before the word “home” slipped out in reference to my hometown.

Months turned into years, and before we knew it, my husband and I had added three children to our family in the first seven years of marriage. We had also lived in seven different abodes in as many years. We’ve hardly lived in any one place long enough to establish it as a home, nor have we accumulated sentimental possessions of any value which could make it more difficult to uproot.

Yet from the five members of my family, I’m the only one who is not South African. So South Africa must be my home, because it is the only place my infant family nucleus has known. America is not home for any of them. So can it be home for me?

My mental gaze was cast across the ocean in the direction the plane was headed. I reflected upon the buildings that built me, the earthly, man-made structures that housed the vast majority of my memories. Each of them proved elusive over time, as one by one they were closed and locked forever as a result of various circumstances.

I considered the homes that remain. My grandma’s condo, the central meeting place for every holiday, had just been emptied, its contents driven away on a truck for auction. A few weeks earlier, I had watched my mom get wheeled out of her rented condo for the last time by paramedics escorting her to a hospice facility. Again, a reality that was no longer, a pseudo-home that had vanished like mist.

My sister and her husband had recently purchased a beautiful home which they graciously shared with our family of five in July and August. But that was not my home, either. Upon arriving back to Cape Town after our seven weeks abroad, we resumed our house-sitting stint living on top of other people’s belongings in a rental house. A stark reminder that this, too, was not my home.

So where is my home? And what constitutes a home? They say “home is where the heart is.” Where is my heart? Where should it be?

Matthew 6:21 tells us, “Where your treasure is, there your heart will be also.” Where is my treasure? If I cast my eye to the verse that precedes this one, I read: “Store up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where moths and vermin do not destroy, and where thieves do not break in and steal.”

Like the cloud of witnesses described in Hebrews 11, I should be longing for a better country — a heavenly one. And truly, this is my prayer — not only for myself, but for my children as well — that the instability of our living circumstances would ever remind us that we are strangers and aliens here, that this earthly tabernacle is not our true home. Indeed, I groan inwardly as I eagerly await my adoption and redemption (Romans 8:23).

I’m grateful that my Lord has gone ahead to prepare a place for me (John 14:2) and that He has given me His Spirit as a deposit as I wait for my welcome into my eternal home.

So the next time I am asked the simple question, “Are you going home?” regardless of my destination, I will be able to answer with confidence, “Yes. Yes, I am.” Purely because of the grace of God and His free gift of salvation, I can rest secure in my eternal destination. And that, after all, is all that really matters.

Kate Motaung grew up on the shores of Lake Michigan before spending ten years in Cape Town, South Africa. She is married to a South African and together they have three children. Kate is the author of the e-book, Letters to Grief, hosts the Five Minute Friday blog link-up, and has contributed to several other online publications. She blogs at Heading Home and can be found on Twitter @k8motaung.

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Heading Home

by Kate Motaung time to read: 4 min