Homesick

"Yet God has made everything beautiful for its own time. He has planted eternity in the human heart, but even so, people cannot see the whole scope of God’s work from beginning to end." Ecclesiastes 3:11



 Normally I revel in solitude, soaking up uninterrupted free time doing whatever my heart desires. But this time, I wish Peter were here rather than deer camp. And the funny thing--he feels the same.

Maybe because Future stares us down hard, lately--threatening Death's cold breath on our shivering necks. We feel frail Auntie's loneliness, longing for Uncle. We watch Father gasping, search for Father lost and hear Mothers weary. All tired of struggled life--yearning for eternal life.

The mirror reflects our own aging. Gray hair, wrinkles, stiff joints and creaky bones tell no lies. And though we know God holds our future, our humanity cries at thoughts of loss--fails to wrap our minds around unknown, unfathomable God-places.

Solomon wrote "{God} planted eternity in every human heart but even so, people cannot see the whole scope of God's work from beginning to end" (Eccl. 3:11).

So here we are-- living between here and there--feeling homesick.  We long for the face memorized, the heart warm, the unspoken thought known, the hand clasped before dreams--each other.

And we long for God, too--separate and together--knowing He's all that matters when we're living between here and there. Living homesick.

God is all that matters.

"He will swallow up death forever! The Sovereign Lord will wipe away all tears." Isaiah 25:8