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Almost Home: The Burden of Homesickness - Tamara's Journeys

Almost Home: The Burden of Homesickness

July 9th, 2014

I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever. Psalm 23:6

For the past few years I’ve thought about wanting a dog. A big Newfoundland. But there were always problems with that. The weather in Florida was too hot for the breed. The apartment too small. My budget too tight. I travel too much. So, I opted for fish.

However, fish don’t really replace a dog. They don’t bark, they’re silent. They don’t eat, they nibble flakes. They don’t lick me, they just come to the surface when I have food. I still sometimes think about getting a man’s-best-friend type of dog. I already have a name picked out: Beauregard. And he would be well trained before moving in with me.

God did the same thing with each of us! Long before our first whimper, our Master claimed us, named us, and reserved a place at the table for us. Right now we’re being prepared for our Master’s house. Just as promised by David, “And I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever.” Right now we are in our short-term home.

This explain the homesickness we feel. Haven’t you ever longed to be home? You know the folks in this region of Maine are very nice, but there have been times this spring when I’ve been so lonely for home I thought I would melt. Times I have wanted to ask for a place at a co-workers table because I felt so far from home. Some of you have felt that way when your spouse died, your parent was buried, you’ve learned you have a major illness or your relationship fell apart.

The twists and turns of life have a way of reminding us we aren’t really home. Homesickness is one of the burdens God doesn’t mind if we carry. We’re being prepared for our Heavenly home. And God’s home is a forever home. This isn’t our forever home, and where we’re going has no pain, no depression, no tears, no sickness and no end.

And on that day, there will be a homecoming celebration. By that moment only one bag will remain. Not guilt, it was dropped at the Cross. Not the fear of death, it was left at the grace. The only lingering bag will be homesickness. And when you arrive in Heaven, you will be setting it down for good. Those you love will shout. Those you know will applaud and you will dwell in the house of our Lord forever. Amen!

To quote Motley Crue, “I’m on my way to home, sweet home.”

 

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