Home

During our CRWM orientation a couple weeks ago, we talked a lot about the concept of “home,” and especially what that means for our children living overseas. What makes a place our home? Is it where we were born, where we grew up, where our parents live?  The question on the forefront of our minds at the time though, was “Are we robbing our children of a place to call home and a sense of belonging?” I guess this question will only really be answered 20 years or so down the road when our children look back on their experience growing up overseas and either resent us or thank us. 

The thing that I have been asking God for most consistently over the past few months is that He would show us that moving to Nicaragua was in His plan for us and that we would be continually be affirmed in this decision, even months and years into our transition.  At this point, we are only two days into our new life. We are by no means “settled”—I am typing right now in our living room that has no furniture and when making lunch today I realized we have no salt or pepper (or any spices for that matter) but I do feel a huge sense of affirmation mainly due to the fact that our children already seem to be at home here. In less than 48 hours, they have made friends, been on playdates, been excitedly practicing Spanish and even playing with the neighbor’s pet bird.  I truly feel that our children could look back on this experience and thank us, and thank God for calling us AND them to this place.