"a place I call home" is the thought that comes to my mind every now and then, see a home to some people is where they are born, where they have families, where they own property ,where they grew up or where they are most welcome.
I never understood "home" until recently , I was raised in multiple home in multiple ways of living and I have different memories from each home I had lived in. Few years ago I remember being in a home(a form of orphanage in Rwanda" with so many other kids, the home was not to bad it was just not my home and I started praying asking God to give me a place to call home.
Honestly I was not sure what kind of a home I was asking for I just knew it had to be different from the last homes I have had in the past, then one day it happened, God brought the most beautiful people in my life not only they provided a safe home for me but they welcomed me in their family and called me their own.
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| My goofy family |
In simple words I had a place to call home. As time goes by I realized I had lost the definition of home, being in between two countries that both feel like strange now led me to a new definition of home. America is a very good country with so many opportunities to choose from but it never felt like home , I always feel like something is missing , something I can't put in words.
I went to back Rwanda the last two months, hoping that being there will satisfy my desire of feeling at home since that was the country I was born in, and holds a lot memories for me. But surprisingly enough when I got there it felt more foreign to me than america. People treated me like a foreigner, my childhood friends had moved on , some of them don't even remember me!! and some I don't remember.
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| My Rwandan sister Vava and Niece Stacy |
Today I am left with one question"where is home"
I am positive I am not the only one with such question, many people struggle to find that one place where they belong, where they fit in and where they feel welcome. With people who still struggles with this, I have come to an understanding that home is not where you are born,raised,a house you stay in, apartment you own or even a country you reside in.
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| my 2/3 nieces Divine & Kevine!! Joys of my life |
Just like the bible says that church is not a building rather church is people themselves wherever they might be gathering, in that sense home is people too,home is where you love and feel loved ,it is where people know your craziness, darkest secretes and still want you around, home is where you feel free to laugh and cry with the people you love, home is where you get sick and everyone stops by your room too see how you are doing.
reflecting on my trip to Rwanda I realized I don't need to keep searching because I have all the above, I have a home and my home is not Rwanda or America these are just places that holds strong memories of my life. Home to me is my family,friends and my church and I am very grateful for this, I may never feel welcomed in America or Rwanda but I know for sure that I will always be welcome home.
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| My siblings whom I love very much! |
"When I was young I used to Imagine myself as a princess I wanted to help people honestly I had no idea why that required princess hood but as I am grown now I get it, I have been a princess all along I wasn't just aware. Being a daughter of God makes me a princess and I get to be treated like one now,
I want to treat other people like that , I wanted to be treated kind to learn how I can be kind to others.
I have learned a lot in this life ,I learned to be happy, and so many other things but in all I have
learned the endless love of God ,I have learned how much I am cared for.
As Rwandan kid I have lost a lot in my life including my birth parents and other family members at some point I lost myself as well but today as I look back I know for a fact that God was in for me ,he had a plan for my life all along"
