Longing for Home

Here I am again, 3 a.m. and wide awake. A good time for clarity of thought. Last night I was on the phone with a friend, talking about the struggle of life. She said, "There's really nothing wrong - everything is okay, but . . . nothing is okay." I understand those feelings - a general discontentment without being able to pinpoint anything specific. We all have those times, don't we? Times of restlessness, times of wanting more, or wanting less.

In a moment of insight, I think, I said that the real problem is that we were never intended to be content with this life. We were made for another place, we were made for the perfection of God's presence. God has put eternity in our hearts. Hebrews 11 tells us about people who had their sights on another city, a far better place. They never found it in this life. We will never find our home here either. Our hearts, our spirits, our longings, all belong to another place. We are just traveling through. Maybe it helps to know that we are not alone in that struggle to live in the here and now. One day, though, our faith will become sight.