3 Reasons You Can Always Go Home Again

I am driving home today. It has been too long since I have been home to see my family.

I never mean for so much time to pass between visits, but my own life hangs onto me so tightly it is hard to pry myself loose.

As I look at my schedule for the coming months, I need to go home now or wait until May. I am not waiting.

How long has it been since you have been home?

There are wonderful biblical stories about traveling home again. Perhaps the best known is the story about the young man who grabbed his inheritance and ran off to live a life of indulgence.

He squandered his inheritance, struggled to survive, and finally returned home, broken and hopeful his father would take him back into the family. You can read about that story here.

It is a great story told and retold over the years in many novels, films, and songs. It is a powerful story because the desire to travel home is a common human longing. Whether we have lived our lives well or poorly, find ourselves in good circumstances or bad, it is good to travel home.

My brother still lives in our hometown, as did my sister until a few years ago when she moved to a neighboring city. Me, I left home shortly after college thirty years ago, and have never been able to return home as often as I like.

We all get busy with our lives. Jobs claim our time and energy. When children enter our lives those free moments and weekends become absorbed by innumerable music lessons and soccer or baseball games.

Before we know it we are our parents age or older when we left home thirty years ago. Many of our family have gone on to their heavenly reward. All the old places look, well, older. The trees are taller and things have changed.

Yet, there is something about going home. It is good to remember that we can always go home again.

We can always go home because it is home that made us who we are.

I will always be the kid who grew up in DeSoto, Missouri. I remember the places I rode my bicycle, the parades down main street, and the family scattered around the town.

I remember the churches, too, and the teeth marks on the back pew of Luckey Baptist Church that I left one worship service long ago when I was a bored four year old. I remember those churches, though, because my parents thought it important I be there.

Traveling home reminds me I am nothing without the people who invested their lives in me.

We can go home again because there are people there who need us. 

My mom and step dad are older now. Somehow over the years they have moved past the age of my grandparents when I was young. How did that happen?

I know that just walking in the door makes a difference for them. I do not always understand how or why that is true, but it is true. It is humbling to mean something to people.

Traveling home reminds me that there are people who love and need me.

We can go home again because we need people there. 

Life is complicated and not all family situations are good. I have been blessed by a good relationship with my family so I always feel welcome and I always look forward to going home. I need to see my family more often than I can.

For some people, traveling home is about ghosts. It is about good and bad relationships with people who are no longer actively in our lives. Whatever our relationship with the ghosts in our lives, we need to visit them now and again.

 Traveling home reminds us we cannot live without family.

I could say more and perhaps I will in the future. For now, today I am traveling home, and I can’t wait to get there.

When was the last time you traveled home?