It's always with a bit of sadness that I go from one home back to the other, especially when traveling solo. After 3 weeks in the Philippines, it's time to return to my family in Florda. I miss my wife, children and grandkids, but I will be leaving our extended family at Rainbow.

I return to my family but I also return to my job at a small manufacturing company. I'm thankful for my job. In the current economic climate everyone who has a job should be thankful. But it isn't the quite work I've done for most of my life, not what I'm known for within the Philippines.

Walking the path of faith requires trust—implicit trust in God—a confidence that the current circumstances of life are preparation for whatever is next in life.

It has been said that a cross-cultural missionary only feels "at home" while traveling in-between their home on the field and their home of origin. I'm not so sure that's true. Perhaps it's just a reminder that those of us who are believers, citizens of God's Kingdom, don't have a permanent home in this world—Hebrews 11:13-16.

Where's your permanent home? What anchors your heart? What is the strongest pull on your heart? If home is where the heart is—what fills your heart?

For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also. (Matthew 6:21)

These photo collages contain some of the treasure of my heart that I leave behind in our home on the field.