"I want to go home."
Funny thing is, it comes up when I AM home. At my house, laying in my bed...how much more "home" do you get?
Maybe my homesickness is more acute than most because for me, the question has always been "where is home?" Is it Tennessee? Argentina? That house? The apartment?
Where is home? Really?
More and more I'm convinced that going to be homesick the rest of my life. Because even if I stay right here until I die, will it really be home?
Is home a place? A feeling? A person?
Funny how homesickness tends to go hand in hand with my dependence on God. In the moments when I am most incapable of helping myself, I feel the most homesick. Longing to be home. With Him, where I can depend and rely, and He will provide every single thing. And He will see my face, and I will see His. And I can just, finally, FINALLY...relax.
Because I will be His, and nothing else will matter. Everything else will melt away, and there will just be Him. And He is home.
Then I saw a new heaven and a new earth, for the first heaven and the first earth had passed away, and the sea was no more. And I saw the holy city, new Jerusalem, coming down out of heaven from God, prepared as a bride adorned for her husband. And I heard a loud voice from the throne saying, Behold, the dwelling place of God is with man. He will dwell with them, and they will be his people, and God himself will be with them as their God. He will wipe away every tear from their eyes, and death shall be no more, neither shall there be mourning, nor crying, nor pain anymore, for the former things have passed away.
Revelation 21:1-4
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