Longing for Home

I came home from our Colorado ski trip to an email box that runneth over and a desk piled high with time sensitive tasks. To use one of Papa’s expressions, nobody hit a lick at a snake around this office while I was gone. I’d fire my staff, only I don’t have one, which explains a lot. But, seriously, digging out hasn’t been that bad because as much as I enjoyed our trip, it feels good to be home.

My darling man says I’ve expressed my delight in being home more than once since our return. Guilty as charged. In my defense, I’ve already been on the road more than I’ve been off the road in 2018 and the calendar won’t slow down until May. I love my work, y’all, but I love home, too. I’m sure you know the feeling. It’s why countless words have been written celebrating Home Sweet Home. But, here’s something that surprised me. My grands were happy to be home, too! I’ve never really thought about it, but I suppose I figured the “home, sweet, home” feeling was more of an adult experience. And yet, when I asked, the grands all said it felt good to be home, down to the littlest little.

Which led me to thinking… I love pondering the patterns of our human experience to mine whatever truth I can uncover, all with the goal of deepening my hunger for God, while hopefully stirring up yours.  Scripture promises that everyone who puts their trust in God’s son has a home waiting for us when we leave this earth. Jesus Himself said in the 14^th chapter of John, “I go and prepare a place for you, that where I am, there you may be also.” I believe there’s something in all of us that is longing for that eternal home. And as good as it feels to get home after a road trip here, can you even imagine the immeasurable multiplied joy of arriving in this lasting and final home, where there is no more sorrow, no more pain?  Home, sweet, home, indeed. I hope I’ll see you there!

Hugs, Shellie