Today marks eight years since my mom went to be with the Lord and I still miss her every day. And while the grief has softened over time, her absence leaves a conspicuous void in my life. I catch myself longing to call her—to hear her voice and to talk with her again. I yearn for those familiar encouraging words, or the gentle wisdom she was gifted with. I want to tell her about my day and to hear about hers. I miss the maternal connection, now broken by death, and life is just not the same without her here.
But the sting of death just reminds me that this world is not my home. I was designed to live in a place where God dwells and my soul longs to be there. For Christ followers, this yearning for home will one day be satisfied. Jesus said that all those who put their trust in him are destined for eternal life, and the fulfillment of that promise is the hope of our salvation. It is the promise God makes to bring us back into his presence. And we’ll not only be reunited with him, but with each other as well.
The Christian band MercyMe sings about this temporary separation between believers and the glorious reunion we look forward to. In essence, we feel a bit homesick.
A few years ago while Christmas shopping, I found the little embroidered tea towel, pictured above. It had such a sweet sentiment that I gave it to my sister for Christmas. A variation of “home is where the heart is,” the stitching reads “Home is where your Mom is.” Once I thought about it, I found the sentiment pretty accurate! My home is in heaven and my mom is already there, so home really is where my mom is—and I can’t wait to get home!
On the journey toward Home,
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I loved this so much. Glorious reunion indeed. Our Mom’s are having a wonderful time and waiting patiently for us! Love you!
Yes indeed!