I live ten hours away from my earthly "home". The city where I grew up, the city that made me who I am. The city where my best friends are from and where my favorite people still live. I live ten hours away from my home state, the state that I love so much. I've lived in Texas for three years, and I can honestly say that I have only been "homesick" one time. And that was when my grandfather had a stroke and was about to pass away. I think the only reason I was even homesick then was because I just wanted to be with my family. Sure, I miss Alabama. I miss the people the most. But I've never experienced homesickness, because I know that I wouldn't be happy living there. I love my life in Texas.
However, there are days when I am so homesick for my real home in Heaven. There are days when I want to be there so badly. I'm tired of the heartache on this earth, I'm ready to meet my Savior, and I'm ready to be reunited with my sweet mom. My mom has been gone for six years, and yet there are still days when my heart aches for her. There are times when I want to pick up the phone and call her, when I want to drive home and see her standing in the door, when I just wish I could wrap my arms around her and give her a hug. I can close my eyes and see that smile, hear that laugh, and my heart aches to be home with her. They say that through time, the ache is less. And I would agree with that. When she first left, I could hardly get out of bed to face the day. Now, life is normal. But there is always a dull ache in my heart, and I will always, always be homesick for her.
Don't get me wrong, I love my life. I don't want to die anytime soon. But when my time comes, I'll be ready. I'll be ready to go to my real home, meet my Savior face to face, and give my mom another great big hug.
In Christ, there are no goodbyes. In Christ, there is no end. So I'll hold on to Jesus with all that I have- to see you again. To see you again!
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