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Glimpses of Home
I can’t even imagine what heaven is like. In fact, the harder I try, the more difficult it is to picture myself walking down streets of gold, passing through pearly gates, or hearing the brush of angels' wings above my head. To tell you the truth, all those things don’t really matter that much to me. I would take a country road lined with shade trees, a prairie field blowing in the wind or the feel of a sleeping baby in my arms over those other images of heaven any day.
No, I can’t even imagine what heaven is like, but I do catch glimpses of home every now and then. Home, where there are photographs of smiling faces on every wall, where there is the smell of dinner cooking in the oven, and most of all where there is a feeling of peace that can only come from truly being at home.
In the deepest places of my heart, I don’t yearn for streets of gold or pearly gates or even the sound of angels’ wings. But I do long to be curled up in my Father’s lap, His strong arms wrapped around me, His voice of quiet thunder singing over me reassuring me that everything is all right because I am with him, because I am finally home.
There is even something about the word “home” that pulls on the strings of my heart until tears of hope are wrung from my insides out and I realize I just want to be there and never leave again.
There are fleeting moments on this earth where I feel the gentle breezes of my heavenly home brush against me, where I smell hints of its sweet aroma, and where a sense of peace washes over me, if only for a moment. I realize I can’t make these moments happen, no matter how hard I try or no matter how much money I spend in an attempt to make them happen. These moments are gifts from our Father in Heaven and He knows just how to give them and He knows just when to give them.
Moments of home are found in the simplest of treasures and in the most surprising of places, like finding a quaint bakery on some country back road, swinging on a front porch swing, hearing children laughing over something silly, and especially in the “I love yous” whispered to each other just before the last light is turned off at the end of the day. Yes, in the deepest places of my heart I just want to be home.
When I think of my true home, I realize that in the fullest sense of the word, home is when everything will be made one. Everything will be in complete harmony and everyone will be fully at peace and of one accord. It isn’t that we will lose our individual identities, but we will be made one by our shared faith in Jesus, by our shared love for our Bridegroom. Ultimately, home is where everyone and everything will be one in Christ Jesus.
Sometimes my true home seems so far away I doubt it even exists. Sometimes I think it is probably just the imagination of my desperate heart. Then I think, even if my true home really does exist, perhaps it is too wonderful for me. Perhaps I don’t belong there. Perhaps I don’t deserve to be there.
There are unseen enemies all along the path toward home. These enemies attack with plagues of doubt and temptation. These enemies blind me to the promises of my true home. All too often, I grow weary from the journey, give in to selfish desires, and begin to doubt that I will ever see the unseen glories of home.
But underneath all the attacks that are waged against me, I know there is a real place called home and I know that by faith in Jesus I am going there. By faith in Jesus, I am a child of my Father God and I will one day be sitting in my Father’s lap hearing Him sing over me.
He’ll sing song after song of merciful love. Each of His melodies will ever be a more profound variation on the same theme of grace. His rhythms will be faithful and sure as His Word. My Father will sing over me and He won’t hold anything back. He will sing as if He has nothing to lose; He will sing as if He has given everything He has, everything he loves.
He will sing over me and I will be drawn to Him. I will sing to Him and not hold anything back. I will give everything to Him. I will lose myself in Him and become one in Him. In Him, I am and always will be home.
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