Have you ever been homesick? Stuck some place but desperately yearning to be back home with the people who love you and places you love. Even if you like where you are now, there remains an intense knowledge you are not where you belong.
For a child, homesickness can destroy joy and is only abated when a parent comes to take the child home. As adults we learn to shove the feelings back down and get on with things but the longing for home remains, however we try to ignore it. This is a good thing – home is where we should want to be.
Still, it is odd as an adult to feel intense homesickness yet not be wanting to go home to Mum and Dad, or even home to my wife and kids – I am longing for my Father and His house (Matthew 23:9 and John 14:3). Not the gold streets or never being sick or the delights of heaven, rather to be with my Father and to dwell in His house. To be home.
He has made everything beautiful in its time. Also, he has put eternity into man’s heart, yet so that he cannot find out what God has done from the beginning to the end.
(Ecclesiastes 3:11 ESV)
Almost everyone asks themselves at some point, “Is this it? Isn’t there more to life than this?” Such a question is an admission of homesickness, longing for our true home.
Don’t be afraid of longing for home. It is right and good to know we are only sojourners here (Hebrews 11:13).
For in this tent we groan, longing to put on our heavenly dwelling, if indeed by putting it on we may not be found naked. For while we are still in this tent, we groan, being burdened—not that we would be unclothed, but that we would be further clothed, so that what is mortal may be swallowed up by life.
(2 Corinthians 5:2-4 ESV)
Gifts I have noticed this week (#539 – #548):
539) A good book finished.
540) Dreams surpassed.
541) A christian preschool for my son
542) Barracuda washed up on the beach.
543) Huge changes compared with one year ago.
544) Friends visiting our church.
545) Folks noticing if we are late.
546) Enduring the day at work with a headache.
547) Bus to bring me home at the end of the day.
548) My children fed well enough that they can be fussy and waste some of their lunch.