this week in reas news...relocation

our family has relocated this week, into a real life log cabin. as beautiful as it is, as peaceful as the views are, as lovely as the song of birds through the windows sound, it's still not "home." i know it's only been 6 days, but i still feel so displaced. like a fish out of water, flopping around on the floor of a boat, gasping for air and pleading with its catcher to throw it back into the sea...that's how i feel. i'm homesick, not necessarily for my old house, but for the feeling of comfort and home. and then i realize how terribly selfish and ungrateful that sounds.

sure, my "feelings" are validated simply because they are mine. but i have to take responsibility for any feeling that goes against the truth. what is truth? the great pontious pilate that ultimatley sentenced the Savior of the world to death asked this same question..."what is truth?" as a side note..this is why i have a tattoo with the word "truth," to remind myself of pilate's question and what that answer was... let's see, the truth, as my house is concerned, is this:

-this place is a direct blessing from my Creator and GOD, He purposefully chose this place for us and blessed us with it

-who am i to grumble about feeling displaced when right now, thousands,  maybe millions world-wide have literally been displaced as a result of genocide, tornadoes, hurricanes, war, hunger, poverty, tsunamis....earthquakes, like in haiti?

-and while some people have tents to live in, some have nothing to live in. no type of covering over their head in the rain, the cold, the heat. some are homeless and would give their right arm to be where i am

so that's the truth. no matter what my feelings say to me, the above is truth and no feeling or thought of mine is going to stand up against any of the truths i've listed. so for now, when i start to feel "home"-sick, i'll remember my real home is with my Savior. He is my shelter from the storm, my refuge to run to, my permanent home where i will never feel displaced. He is my home, and that home resides within me, no matter what roof is or isn't over my head.