I remember when I was little during the summer I spent a lot of time at camps and visiting my grandparents. I enjoyed the care free life during the summer and since I am an extrovert my heart was mostly content to be out and about around people. Every summer it seemed at some point I would reach a point where I would get homesick. I was having fun but I missed home. I missed being around my mom and dad. I was homesick.
As I became a teenager I didn't suffer from homesickness as much. I realized that the time during summer was short and tried to enjoy every day of it.
Now as an adult I am struggling with homesickness again. I don't long for my parents home even though I miss seeing them and love them dearly. I don't even long for the lazy days of summer as a child. I am homesick for my heavenly home.
Funny how you can long for something you have never experienced. I long for the days in heaven when there will be no more tears and no more sadness.
This wave of homesickness hasn't come out of the blue. As we have watched close friends struggle with the loss of a parent. I long for them to be reunited with those loved ones.
We have friends who are struggling with family issues. I long for them to be home and at rest.
We have friends who are dealing with difficult marriage issues. I long for them to be at home and peace.
We have friends that are just struggling and my heart aches for them. I long for home so that these struggles and trials will be over.
I am homesick for myself. I want to hold my baby. I want to see my family. I want to worship the holiness of God with no sin to mar the experience. I want to be made whole and complete. I long for Him to finish the work that he has started in my soul.
Oh, I long for home. I long for the peace and rest for my friends, my family and myself. I long for home...