As I go about my daily life here in Ghana, I am often asked a seemingly odd question: "How do you find Ghana?"
When I first came, all I could think to say was, "On a map!" I soon found out, though, that wasn't really what was meant by the question.
The people I meet want to know what I think of their country - do I like it? hate it? tolerate it?
At first, I said things like, "It's nice," or "It's a good place." After a while, I started saying things like, "I've been here a long time," or "It's normal." But since we've come back from furlough, I've been able to say in all honesty, "It's my home." Is that possible? Can this place really be my home?
When we first moved to Ghana, over five years ago now, I struggled every day with this fact. I had brought a pillow with me that said "Home is where your heart is." Every day as I made my bed (actually my mattress, since we didn't have a bed), I would think about that statement. Most days I would cry, because I knew my heart wasn't here, but in another place. I often wondered if Ghana would ever be my home. The amazing thing is that somewhere along the way, it happened. I don't know when, I don't really know how, but at some point, God changed my heart and my mind. I can't say that it has all been easy, but I've found that I don't learn too much when things are easy anyways. I can say, though, that it has been good. And each day, I'm reminded of the good home God has given me!