Finding my way home

One of the things I value about change is the fresh perspective it offers. While there’s great value in knowing one place for a long time, it does tend to get pretty comfortable. There’s not as much impetus to ask why? because you already know, to explore because you’ve been their before, to stretch yourself because there are so many comfortable places.

Obviously, I don’t have near the knowledge of this new place as I did of my old home, so I find myself asking a lot of questions:

Where’s a good beach for kids?  Which grocery store is cheapest?  Where can I buy Sri Lankan food? Why are so many people knocking on my door to convert me?  How do I stay alive on the freeways?  

On top of the daily ins-and-outs, there’s also a lot of asking going on in my heart:

Where’s home? How do I live between worlds here, at the crossroads of the worlds?  Will I ever belong anywhere?  Who can I trust?  What’s the right way to go? How honest can I be without offending?  What habits do I need to unlearn?  and the never-ending question… How do I respond to the pain I see around me?

Jeremiah 6:16 reminds me that my way of asking is all wrong:

While I want answers, the Lord says to seek direction.  While I look for clear-cut rights and wrongs in conflict, the Lord tells me to seek goodness.  While I hope for a quick-fix, a one-step solution, the Lord wants me to walk faithfully.  One. step. at. a. time.

I know that the details of the daily will eventually fall into place (just as long as I figure out the freeway thing).  The questions of my heart, however, need time to walk the ancient paths, to find the good way.  Today, I’m grateful that this change of home provides a undeniable opportunity to remind me to ask the questions that lead me there.