I've recently traveled to a few countries I've dreamed of visiting for several years. Although the sights were beautiful, the food was delicious, and my travel companion was amazing, after a week and a half I started to feel a little ping of longing for home. It did not prevent me from enjoying my trip, but it was noticeable enough where I gave into thoughts of comfort of everyday life I've been used to so much. The hot shower, the warm bed, the fully stocked fridge, the daily routine... I've thought of it all. All of the things I've been deprived of in one way or another while traveling. I'm going to leave this thought and jump to another one.
I've been following
Lady Diarist's writing for some time now, and she recently wrote a
post about how fleeting this life is, and how there are no guarantees tomorrow will appear and bring us the things we are used to or expect. As I was reading her blog post, I thought of my own recent longings for home, and I realized that I don't think of my Heavenly Home as often as I should. I am only but a traveler on this earth, whose days are numbered, whose hope lies in Christ's mercy and grace to lead my soul to the eternal Home. That is where my heart needs to be, and isn't as much as I'd like it to be at the moment.
John 14:13
