Yearning for home.
I had one of those "Deja vu all over again" moments yesterday. Every once in a 'coon's age', I have a longing or yearning for something beyond my grasp. Yesterday, as we traveled back home to visit ailing parents, I drank in the beauty of the bright sunny day, colorful leaves, high blue skies and had that feeling of melancholy.
As beautiful as yesterday was, the thought occurred to me that I am not home.
My heart grew heavy and I uttered the scripture from 1 Corinthians.
However, as it is written: “No eye has seen, no ear has heard, no mind has conceived what God
has prepared for those who love him” but God has revealed it to us by his Spirit. The Spirit
searches all things, even the deep things of God. (1 Corinthians 2:9-10, NIV)
I don't tend to dwell too much on the past and I like to think about the future but not to a degree that keeps me from living in the present. Yesterday was a rare moment to feel a little homesick not for a farm in Clearfield county but for a place where the tears don't exist, where Jesus is, and where God resides.
I'm not a fatalist nor am I suicidal, but I am in a time in life when the mysteries beyond the veil intrigue me. And so I have days like yesterday where my heart longs for something just out of my grasp. At an appointed time in the future, I will get to realize all the things I took by faith will then turn to sight. I suppose scriptures that I wrestled with here of earth will be totally common sense there.
I will keep walking forward with hope and assurance.
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We'll talk and journey together.