Tom and I have been in the mountains of North Georgia since the beginning of the month. We’ve welcomed friends and family members, and another couple is due to arrive next week. It has been relaxing. It has been romantic. It has been everything we’ve hoped our time away would be.

The leaves are changing each day. I’m beginning to know the song the crickets sing at sunset. I’m even getting used to seeing shooting stars each night.

But you know what? I miss home.

Home is the place where Tom and I have put down roots. It is our carbon footprint in the world, and it is good. God gives each of us a place to call home. This is where we do life, worship God, make friends, deal with trouble, confess sin and make money to support our needs.

I love the life God has given us. It isn’t anything more special than the life He has given you, but it’s ours. We are called to be faithful with the mm. He’s given us on the timeline of eternity.

Are you being faithful to do what He’s called you to do in the place you call home? This is the only question that matters!