A place called Home.

September 9th, 2016 Posted by Immersion Internship - 2016, Nikkie Brink

It’s a strange feeling packing up and leaving a place so familiar yet a place that you’ve only been for 12 weeks. A place where you’ve laughed, cried, grown, ate, slept and lived, home, a place I now call home. For someone who’s only ever called West Michigan her home, Zambia didn’t take long to take on the same status. I’ve realized home is what you make it, home is where the Lord wants you and has you. The expression goes “there’s no place like home”, which I agree with, but I’d like to add something, home isn’t always one place. As ‘The Elijah House’ emptied of most of our new family, my heart ached for the journey to begin again. I’m not ready for this to end, this temporary home doesn’t feel the same with out the all the members of our family in it. And that’s exactly it, moving out doesn’t change what we’ve gained. The Lord had this planned specifically for the time that it happened and it’s time for the next part of what the Lord has up his sleeve.

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This place that is so different than my first home yet instantly became another home. The work of my Heavenly Father amazes me. The way he adapts us to certain circumstances and brings us half way across the world, to the unfamiliar, to bring us closer to him. Makes me wonder how many homes I’ll have before my heavenly home. It also gives me such a comfort and peace that no matter where I am the Lord dwells with me.


The growth in our eclectic family wouldn’t be contained to the walls of The Elijah House, Livingstone, Zambia or even Africa. This experience has grown me in more ways than I could have imagined, some I’m sure that I don’t even realize. And we as a family got the privilege of witnessing each others growth over this winter. Growth that undoubtably could have happened without each other but how cool that God chose to bring us together do make it happen. We’ve all heard the same teachings, mostly been around the same ministry and programs yet we’ve all grown in such different ways, specific to us, all at the same time!

“Far be it from me to not believe,
Even when my eyes can’t see.
And this mountain that’s in front of me,
Will be thrown into the midst of the sea.”

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God brought me to Africa with this song and he’s sending me home with the same one. Going home to Michigan for the next few months seem like a mountain. A mountain I have confidence that God will throw into the sea. I’ve certainly had some mountains in the last few months that I wasn’t confident would be moved, but mountains that WERE MOVED! Praise the Lord. As I process through what exactly happened during EXP I can’t wait to jump in to the next season ahead. I’m fully embracing whatever God’s got next for me, because no matter the hill or the valley they have their purpose.

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What a whirlwind the last 12 weeks have been, and I wouldn’t trade them for anything.

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Nikkie Brink • 2016 International Immersion Intern