Maybe you’ve moved to a new house or a new city.
Maybe your ideals and values have changed and so you’re struggling to connect with a former group of friends.
Or perhaps your church is morphing and even though you’re in the same place, the body of believers is in constant flux.
Today has been one of those days where I long to be back in Congo. Although the reverse culture shock comes and goes in waves, there is one constant feeling which never seems to dissipate.
It is an unrelenting nagging which reminds me that I’m a stranger in America, this land I call home.
I wonder if this isn’t God’s nudging. A gentle whisper reaffirming that my soul was never designed to live in America. Nor was it designed to live in Africa, Argentina or Southeast Asia.
This world, as I know it, was never meant to feel like home. This land is temporary and I’m a stranger here.
I was meant for so much more. I was created with a longing to live in God’s kingdom. And only with Him will my heart finally feel satisfied because my citizenship is in Heaven.
So until that day comes, I struggle to fit in. But if I desire to see His kingdom come on Earth as it is in Heaven, I must figure out how to live for the sake of God’s glory whether in America or in Africa.
I must figure out how to live in the now and not yet.