In this season of uncertainty—caught between staying in my current home or relocating to another country for work—after much distress, I find myself surrendering my plans to God’s will.

This home I’ve created, it’s the fulfillment of a long-held desire: to be settled. To own a space where I could pour my heart, plant deep roots, and foster a sense of belonging. It has been my sanctuary, a reflection of connectedness and stability. The place where I feel settled after years of living in different countries and spaces.

As I stand on the brink of yet another move—an inevitable part of life as an international civil servant—God’s gentle reminder reaches me:

“Your foundation isn’t in where you live or what you own—it’s in Me.”

The absence of my father during my upbringing left a void in my heart, one I’ve often tried to fill through the ownership of things that evoked a sense of home. Surrounding myself with homey objects became a source of comfort, a way to create belonging where it felt missing. Owning my own home, especially, provided a sense of security and grounding that helped anchor me.

But the truth is this, nothing I have ever possessed has been truly mine. Everything belongs to God, for:

“The earth is the Lord’s, and everything in it.”

Psalm 24:1

This impending move feels different, however.

This time, it isn’t stirring the usual pull to chase the next country, own or set up a new house, or envision fresh decor.

Instead, I am drawn into a stillness—a deep, unshakable peace within the uncertainty of this in-between season. I’ve let go of the need to control the outcome. While I remain intentional about taking the necessary steps, my heart rests in the assurance that the ultimate outcome is held by a God I trust completely.

What God asks of me now is not to prepare another home, but to prepare my heart.

To pause and examine the shelves of my soul. To tend to the decor of my spirit.

This is the work He is calling me to, a work far deeper and more lasting than the spaces I adorn.

“Own what I have adorned you with,” He whispers. “Use it for the purpose I have planned for you.”

Own your choices. Own your attitudes. Own the faith I am shaping within you. And, hone your creativity. This is a season of refinement, not in bricks and mortar, but in heart and spirit.

Lord, everything I have and everything I am is Yours—my home, my plans, my future, my very life.

Wherever I go, You are my home. In You, I am always secure.

My home is in You
Not in bricks or what I own—
Roots in faith grow deep

Shelves of my soul hold
Treasures You’ve adorned. I trust!
Lord, I am secure

And so through this tumultuous journey, wherever it ends, my unshakable truth is this and will forever be:

Home is not a place; it’s a person. And for me, that person is Jesus.

“Yes, Lord, You are my true home.”

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