We went to Japan as missionaries with a three year old and a one year old. After living there for two and half years we needed to raise more support. We put our stuff in storage, packed our suitcases, and said our goodbyes to a home our girls had come to love.
As we pulled out of the driveway, our youngest tearfully said, “But now we don’t have a home.” Before we could respond, our 5 year old put her arm around her sister and said, “Don’t you know this is not our real home? Heaven is!”