It doesn't seem to matter how long I've been away, it's always good to return home. The double mattress someone gave to me several years ago still feels so much better than any other bed simply because it's in my room. My couch and table and desk chair all feel so much more comfortable because they are familiar. Home is the one place I can be myself, away from the pressures of socialization. After spending two weeks at camp meeting, it feels amazing to be home. The first verse of one of my favorite songs goes like this: Many times in my in childhood when we'd traveled so far / By nightfall how weary I'd grown / Fathers arms would slip around me and gently he'd say / My child we're going home. The chorus follows with these lyrics: Going home, I'm going home / There is nothing to hold me here / I've caught a glimpse of that Heavenly land / Praise God, I'm going home.
Shortly before Jesus' crucifixion, He told His disciples, "Let not your heart be troubled: ye believe in God, believe also in me. In my Father's house are many mansions: if it were not so, I would have told you. I go to prepare a place for you. And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come again, and receive you unto myself; that where I am, there ye may be also" (John 14:1-3). Isn't that a beautiful promise? For all our lives we have been living as strangers in a strange land, but someday soon we will be able to go home! We will be able to leave behind the cares and pressures of this world and finally rest in the presence of our Lord and Savior. I can't wait to go home, can you?
Longing for home,