Temporarily Homesick

I'm starting to miss home. It's not too noticeable most of the time. When I'm busy or doing something which requires much of my attention, I hardly notice it at all. But that doesn't mean the ache isn't there. There is just this constant tugging on my heart to be at home. To sleep in my own bed, tell my Dad I love him in person, drive somewhere familiar by myself and laugh with the friends I've grown up with. So many people around here are excited about getting to go home this weekend. I'm excited for what this weekend holds for me too, but I wonder if watching other people at home will make my own pain worse. I can't seem to find any way around being at least a little homesick.

But I think that is okay. People have always held a special attachment for the place they called home. In a way I think that desire for a home can bring us closer to God. He is a home for the homeless and a permanent location for the wanderer. I can always run home to Him. And better yet, I know He is preparing my eternal home. Because I can't really call any place on this earth my home. God has a different residence planned for me. The Bible says to keep our eyes not on what is seen but on what is unseen because what is seen is temporary but what is unseen is eternal. Maybe all I need to do is keep looking forward to that eternal home and I won't miss my temporal home back in Thousand Oaks, California. There'll still be times when I want to go home, I'm sure, but at least this way I can put my longing into perspective.