my humble abode

Living in an on-campus apartment this year has been so much fun! My roommates and I decided on a travel theme since we’ve all acquired different decor from our adventures overseas. It’s been a little challenging to make the most of a small amount of space, but we’re making it work. Here’s a little peek into apartment life in Kent 207!

View coming in to the apartment

View coming in to the apartment. I love our little balcony!

food

Eating area off the kitchen

Indiana map art I made

Indiana map art I made

View from my room into the living/dining area

View from my room into the living/dining area

My dresser. Postcard wall inspired by Johanna John :)

My dresser. Postcard wall inspired by Johanna John 🙂

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Washi tape photo wall

It's a little cluttered, but come on, we had to make room for the craft supplies!

It’s a little cluttered, but come on, we had to make room for the craft supplies!

keepin' it classy with the vinyl.

Keepin’ it classy with the vinyl.

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moving – and longing for a heavenly home

our house in South BendIf you haven’t already heard, my parents are going to be moving to Plymouth, Indiana sometime this year. My dad accepted an associate pastor position at Crossroads Evangelical Free Church, and I really think this is a good fit and a good move for both us and our home church. At the same time, change is weird.

South Bend and CEFC are home to me – my parents moved here from our home in Bremerton, WA when I was four years old, so really, this is all I’ve ever known. But I’m extremely thankful for God’s goodness in allowing my parents to have an effective ministry here throughout my whole K-12 education. What a blessing to not have to move and make new friends during my awkward/formative years. I also keep reminding myself that Plymouth is only 40 minutes away from here, I’ll be at school anyways during the year, AND I have my own car.

So why does it still feel weird, and a bit unwelcome, this change intruding on my life? I would consider myself a pretty easygoing and adaptable person, but the one thing that’s stayed pretty much the same for me is this place I’ve come to call home. But nothing on this earth is permanent. This is not really my home. Bremerton wasn’t, South Bend isn’t, Grace College isn’t, Plymouth won’t be, if I move to Haiti or Paris or Timbuktu one day, they won’t be home either. My home is in heaven. I am a citizen there, and it’s kind of inevitable that there will be times when I just feel like a wanderer on this earth. It kind of reminds me of something Jesus said:

“Foxes have dens and birds have nests, but the Son of Man has no place to lay his head.” (Matt. 8:20)

Jesus’ home was with his Father, as is mine. So I’m thankful for this weird feeling that is reminding me of that, and I’m praying that God will use this change to get me out of my comfort zone and kick out some apathy, too.