Would we be “homeless” again?
The question stunned me.
“So… where do you and your family call home?”
After over a dozen moves across 5 continents, I’ve wrestled with that question with guilt. One night, I wept—“Am I ruining my kids by not giving them stability?”
But I remembered what our pediatrician, a TCK expert, and therapist all affirmed—our girls are not just resilient but joyful, “because their attachment isn’t in places or things. It’s in YOU & Cliff. Your presence is their home.” 💛
These photos in Australia & Tanzania remind me of that.
We’d just crossed 3 continents, faced a series of health crises living out of suitcases, and decided that we’d move out of our unhealthy situation in Tanzania to a new home.
Where? No one knew.
We should’ve felt wrecked.
Instead, our kids sparkled—revelling, “God picked this beach house from a stranger for us! So many rainbows! He loves us!” 🌈
Even now, as we settle back to Tanzania, God’s opened doors we could never have imagined.
Just days before we left Perth, a Norwegian missionary family suddenly invited us to stay 3 months with them in Tanzania as we house-hunted. Who’d have imagined them inviting us to consider taking over their lease next year? Testing a house in Africa with a short stay first is ideal but normally impossible- who but God could have orchestrated this? 😭
But soon, due to visiting medical teams staying at the guesthouse, we’ll be officially “homeless” again.
As our girls play by the bonfire here every day,
I’m slowly learning this—
Home isn’t a place or permanence as much as it is presence.
Home is faith lived out together. 💛🌍
We’ll keep trusting God for our next adventure. 🌍Thank you.
