I want to go home. Not to my birthplace. Not to the place I now hang my hat. I want to go home. I am tired of searching here for belonging I can never find. I am tired of existing in a place I was not created to be. I am tired of being a stranger where everyone says I should belong. I am tired of people not knowing, not understanding, that I do not belong here. This is not my home. This does not fulfill me. Nothing on this earth can.
I long to go home. No, I have never seen this place, but in my heart has been planted a love for it. A longing I cannot quench with anything else. In my heart grows love for a place I do not know, but I know the one who is there.
I can see him coming to meet me. I can see his eyes filled with tears of love and joy. His arms reach out to embrace me. In this moment I know.... I know that while I longed for Him He also longed for me. I know that while I wandered homesick on earth He waited with open arms for His child to at last come home.
I can see it, the most joyful homecoming to ever take place. The only tears that will be shed on that day will be tears of joy. For this homecoming there will be no goodby. The Bride will be forever in the arms of the Bridegroom. The lost child will be forever in the loving embrace of his father.
“And He will wipe away every tear from their eyes.” (Rev 21:4)
You have a tender heart, Lysette. To be longing to go home, to leave this earth at such a young age, before you have even experienced life, will keep your eyes focused on the Lord. He will lead you in His paths. Although you will not feel at home on this earth, I am sure the Lord has a very important job for you to do for as long as He keeps you here. "This world is not my home. I am just a'passin' through..." Keep your eyes on Jesus. He will guide your steps aright....Helen