Coming Home


Coming home.  What comes to mind? Warmth, comfort and people we love?

Upon returning from a 25-day holiday trip to Europe, that familiar feeling of “home” swirled within me. No one particular word can wholly encompass the gamut of emotions and nuances associated with the entity – home.

I guess we have all experienced that feeling of “home” before. Just recall: your first book-out from army, returning from exchange programme, from an arduous camp, or even after a hard day’s work. Whether returning home by car, plane, boat, foot or even a space shuttle (for those sci-fi lovers), that feeling of “home” always puts a smile on our faces.

Returning from my trip, apart from missing family, friends, church, games, food, I missed God. I realised it is paramount to “return home” to God whenever we can, wherever we can. We ought not to wait to return from a long trip, or to procrastinate till exams are over, or till some monumental event in our lives is over. Why don’t we “come home” to God now? Shouldn’t that bring smiles to our faces too? We need not wait till we’re missing home and hating the road before we yearn to come home. It can prove more difficult to pray overseas, it may seem illogical to pray when all hope is lost during dismal times, but that home is where we can draw strength from.

So how can we “come home” to God. Well, I suppose each of us has his/her own way, just like how we all take different routes to return home. At the heart of it is connecting with God. We can send whatsapp messages to our family and friends while overseas to connect with them, anytime, anywhere. In simplicity, we can do the same with God through our own means. It is a choice which entails effort.

Currently in life, I’m traversing roads which are nebulous and unpredictable.  One final year remains before I enter another phase of life – the working life. Myriad challenges await – long working hours, stepping up in the family, handling work-life balance and relationships too. I believe we are all moving through different phases of life and we’re not entirely sure what to expect. The road out there is fraught with uncertainty and caprice. We may move houses, change schools, switch jobs, alter our sleeping cycles, but our home remains steadfast and unchanged. Coming home to God, is always amazing. He is home to me for He never changes and is always there for me.

Naturally, we can’t lock ourselves at home interminably. We have to go out, venture, learn, grow, love, share, care, build, and strengthen relationships. We have to embark on journeys. And God will give us the graces to do so. That is where discernment of His will and trust come in. Also, one thing I’ve learnt from hiking in the highlands of Scotland is that the trail up is necessarily more tiresome than the road downslope. But at the peak of it all, we imbibe panorama and hope before an easier journey back home. On the other hand, an easy track downwards through a wrong path first may land us scrambling back up to get home which can be twice as painful. Thus, seeking God’s will involves climbing heights that may prove daunting but the journey will prove to be worth the while as compared to indiscriminately seeking one’s own path only to discover it to be a no-through road.

At the end of the day, no matter if the journey has been good or bad, we nevertheless relish the thought of coming home. Like how whether a long holiday trip has turned out good or bad, we would still love to return home. And so it is with our faith and God. It does not matter if our day has been good or bad, do we remember to come home to converse and connect with God at the end of the day? Well, He is there waiting patiently for you for a simple cup of tea at home (or perhaps more, haha). God is our rock, our stronghold, our home.

The Lord is my rock, my fortress and my deliverer; my God is my rock, in whom I take refuge, my shield and the horn of my salvation, my stronghold – Psalm 18:2.

Coming home. What comes to mind? God and our faith? (:


Here’s an apt song that just came to mind and I thought I’d share. After all, this is our temporary home where we live out our mission to build God’s kingdom.

Carrie Underwood’s “Temporary Home”:

Little boy, six years old
A little too used to being alone
Another new mom and dad, another school
Another house, that’ll never be home
When people ask him how he likes this place
He looks up and says with a smile upon his face

This is my temporary home, it’s not where I belong
Windows and rooms that I’m passing through
This is just a stop on the way to where I’m going
I’m not afraid because I know this is my temporary home

Young mom on her own
She needs a little help, got nowhere to go
She’s looking for a job, looking for a way out
‘Cause a halfway house will never be a home
At night she whispers to her baby girl
Someday we’ll find our place here in this world

This is our temporary home, it’s not where we belong
Windows and rooms that we’re passing through
This is just a stop on the way to where we’re going
I’m not afraid because I know this is our temporary home

Old man, hospital bed
The room is filled with people he loves
And he whispers
“Don’t cry for me, I’ll see you all someday”
He looks up and says “I can see God’s face”

This is my temporary home, it’s not where I belong
Windows and rooms that I’m passing through
This was just a stop on the way to where I’m going
I’m not afraid because I know this was my temporary home

This is our temporary home


Kong can appear to be a peculiar yet simple individual. He sleeps when the sun rises and loves having long days of 40+ hours.  He is somewhat a perfectionist who can’t sleep till he completes what he has sets out to accomplish.  He also enjoys his world of dreams where both interesting (or perhaps weird) and ambitious ideas blossom.