Dorina

Time has a funny way of slipping through our fingers. I’ve already transitioned into PTO mood, and as I sit here in Antananarivo, awaiting my international flight this evening, I’m struck by the thought “I’m going home”

But, where is home, exactly? Is it where we were born? Where our families are? Or is it where we are loved and supported, even if the soil beneath our feet is unfamiliar?

This question has been echoing in my heart lately. So much of what we experience in this life is temporary although beautiful, meaningful. One day, we’ll each be called to our forever home, and maybe that’s why no place on earth ever feels fully complete.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m looking forward to spending a few weeks in Canada and seeing familiar faces, resting, reconnecting. But I also know that part of my heart will remain in Toamasina, Madagascar.

To catch you up a little: the Hope Center continues to be a source of joy and wonder. Almost every day, something unexpected happens that makes me stop in my tracks and just chuckle. Whether it’s a spontaneous puppet show to entertain the children, a burst of music, or trying to find a “lady from the south” to get to the bus station on time the atmosphere is alive with hope and healing. There’s always a story unfolding. 

And in moments like those, I realize: maybe home is wherever we love and are loved in return.

Please pray for safe travels and that my time in Canada may be a time of joy and rest.