homesick
i want to go home.
I don't belong here. I don't fit. something's wrong. I feel like an alien and a stranger and a foreigner in this world.
Don't get me wrong. My life is good. Very good. And I'm grateful.
But i don't belong here.
When i have experiences of God, the divine, the supernatural... it reminds me of where i belong, where i really want to be. and i am reminded how this world just doesn't fit me very well.
There's an old Second Chapter of Acts song that has been going through my head lately.
Goin' Home
Goin' home
I'm always goin' home inside
There's an ache in my heart that I can't bear
Take me home
Take my hand
And lead me home oh Lord
I'm so broken up inside
I need to hide in your love
In your hand
So take me home...
I'm not saying you don't give me joy
I just need more of you
How I love you
And I want to be changed just like you
So take me home...
Help me wait on you lord
Until the day you come
All my ways need a grave
So that I can rise with you when you come
To take me home...
Another song with a similar theme is by the group Petra. Here is part of it.
Not of this world
We are pilgrims in a strange land
We are so far from our homeland
With each passing day it seems so clear
This world will never want us here
We're not welcome in this world of wrong
We are foreigners who don't belong
We are strangers, we are aliens
We are not of this world
Hebrews 11
Even when [Abraham] reached the land God promised him, he lived there by faith—for he was like a foreigner, living in tents. And so did Isaac and Jacob, who inherited the same promise. Abraham was confidently looking forward to a city with eternal foundations, a city designed and built by God.
All these people died still believing what God had promised them. They did not receive what was promised, but they saw it all from a distance and welcomed it. They agreed that they were foreigners and nomads here on earth. Obviously people who say such things are looking forward to a country they can call their own. If they had longed for the country they came from, they could have gone back. But they were looking for a better place, a heavenly homeland. That is why God is not ashamed to be called their God, for he has prepared a city for them.
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it took forever to find this picture. i probably spent two hours on the web, because every time i found a picture and tried to post it it didn't work... (was that a good use of time?)
I picture heaven being music and when God speaks, it fills the air with math that makes up bars and measures of songs that we can't hear with our earthly ears. I love that song by 2nd, Sarah Groves has one too.
The Holy Spirit speaks, on my way home Joni Erickson Tada was speaking about her friend washing her face and for a minute it felt like she was using her own hands. She cried becasue she knows when she goes home (heaven) she will have her glorified body once again with full use of all her limbs. They were tears of happiness. My eyes filled with tears because I share her dream. I was exhausted from a long day at work and I wish to rest my limbs and just sit at the feet of Jesus - that was a great picture - gazing at our Father. I want to go home as well.
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