I admire Sarah, Abraham's wife, not only did she bear children in her declining years, but she followed Abraham from place to place with no idea where they would be going and if they would ever settle.

By the time we reach December, if all goes to plan, in the same year we will have moved two countries and four houses within a year and I feel a certain sisterhood with Sarah. I wonder if she arrived at each place and wanted to unpack, to make it home, to just put out a few ornaments and nest.

I have been asking myself why home is so important, it is the place where we seem to draw our safety and security, where we feel protected from the outside world, yet this is simply not true.At any time things in our lives can change and whatever we call home will not protect us.  Change of job can force a move, an illness or bereavement, a change in finances,even extreme weather conditions. Our security and safety doesn't come from anything in this world, but only from God who never changes, and as Sarah recognised long before me, we are only really home when we come to him.

"Abram took his wife Sarai,his nephew Lot and all the wealth and all the slaves they had acquired in Haran,and they started out for the land of Canaan." Genesis 12 vs 5