"You sounded Swiss when you said that!"
The day before when driving through towns near our apartment, I asked Bob if this "felt like home." He couldn't say and asked me how I felt about it. It is something that I have been pondering frequently. Friends have asked about Christmas decorations. Don't really have very much as I haven't wanted to invest in things that I won't then bring "home." I think of our church in North Carolina as "our church," not the one we attend in Zurich. I have a list of things for the boys to bring "from home" when they come in January. Zurich is where we are living and in some ways and at some times feels like home, but if you asked me where home is, I'd say North Carolina. (So now all our family and friends can rest more easily, although the idea of a summer chalet in the Alps does still sound appealing!!)
Home. As a Christian, this world truly is not my home, and yet I often treat it as such. Living here in Switzerland is the first time, other than a few short periods in my life, that I've lived anywhere other than what will be my home for an indefinite period of time. And so, every time I've moved somewhere, I've settled in. Here I find myself evaluating every purchase differently. Do I really need it? Will I be able to ship it home? Will it fit in with my other stuff at home?
What great questions to evaluate things by in North Carolina! Will this purchase have value in my eternal home? Does it fit in with eternal plans? Or am I just beginning to "sound earthly" as I choose how to spend time and money? While I'm grateful that my accent is beginning to sound Swiss, my desire is that above all my accent sounds heavenly.