I can't feel at home.

I've shared my struggle with my current situation, career and life. I don't like where I am. I want it to be different. It's uncomfortable. It's discouraging. It's just not fun. In this place, though, I'll still tell you I'm doing OK. The Lord meets my true needs. I'm blessed with a wonderful wife of nearly 17 years, great friends and a special church. I've got a lot to be thankful for, and I am thankful. Yet, there are still things I wish were different. I don't like this place and I think to myself, "life was supposed to be different. I'm not supposed to be here."

Then I had a short chat with an older, wiser friend who reminded me of something I often forget. My "here" is wrong. The "here" I'm not happy with is not my present circumstances, but this fallen, sinful world. I've been focusing on the the wrong "here." We weren't made for this place. It's simple yet profound. This world and it's trouble continually remind us that we were made for someplace different. A life in unbroken relationship with the Lord and with others.

The old hymn was spot on... this world is not our home, we're just passing through. We were made for a different place and none of us will find complete contentment and peace until we get there. I think we're supposed to be uncomfortable in this world. It makes us long for home and dependent on the only source of contentment and peace that matters. Until we cross over Jordon, we're going to feel a bit out of sorts. Now I understand the closing line of that old song, "I can't feel at home in the world anymore."

I can't feel at home here. I never will. And that's OK.