As I was adding songs to my Spotify list I came across “Rocky Top” and laughed out loud. Tennessee was the first cultural experience for this Hoosier. In the first two hours after my parents dropped me off at Milligan College, nestled in the Smokies, three people asked me questions I didn’t understand. I thought they spoke English! The last straw was the greeter at Walmart asking me if I wanted a buggy. I was confused because I didn’t have a baby with me. I finally understand when she gestured to the carts, but I didn’t understand why God brought me to this place where what should be familiar wasn’t. Four years later I had learned to love everything about Northeast Tennessee and I hope we can retire there. Years later when my husband and I had finished our missionary training and fundraising and were about to touch down at the Jakarta airport, I felt that same stomach-clenching panic. I knew that I had so much to learn, that everything would seem strange for a while, and that I would need to be humble and ask for and accept help. But I knew that God called us there, and He would once again help me to love the place and the people. It was a process, but a few months later at church I had tears in my eyes as I understood the words I was singing for the first time in a worship chorus. God is so gracious to help us create “home” where He calls us to go. Psalm 91:1-2 Whoever dwells in the shelter of the Most High will rest in the shadow of the Almighty. I will say of the Lord, “He is my refuge and my fortress, my God, in whom I trust.”