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Home is where my heart longs to be

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I have been feeling so “homesick” lately.  But not for my Minnesota home.  I have been missing old friends that I’ve had to say good-bye to.  Spring is coming, which means another round of saying good-bye to friends who are leaving at the end of this school year.  Missionary life is a constant round of good-byes, and it makes my heart ache. 

I deeply long for Heaven- where I will never again have to say good-bye.  I get so weary of this life.  I want to shout, “Enough already!  I’m ready to go home!!”  I want to jump into the air and just continue going up and up and up, never again feeling my feet thudding back to the earth.  I don’t belong here.  I want to go home.  I am longing for Heaven.  

(I don’t remember if I’ve shared the lyrics to this song before, but I love it.)

 

Going Home

By Sara Groves

I’ve been feeling kind of restless.

I’ve been feeling out of place.

I can hear a distant singing,

A song that I can’t write, and it echoes in what I’m always trying to say.

There’s a feeling I can’t capture.

It’s always just a prayer away.

And I want to know the ending, things hoped for but not seen

But I guess that’s the point of hoping anyway

Going home, I’ll meet you at the table

Going home, I’ll meet you in the air

And you are never too young to think about it

I cannot wait to be home

I’m confined by my senses

To really know what you are like.

You are more than I can fathom

And more than I can guess

And more than I can see with human sight

But I have felt you with my spirit

I have felt you fill this room

And this is just an invitation

Just a sample of the whole

And I cannot wait to be going home!

Going home, I’ll meet you at the table

Going home, I’ll meet you in the air

And you are never too young to think about it

Oh, I cannot wait to be going, to be going home!

Face to face, how can it be?

Face to face, how can it be?

Face to face, how can it be?

And this just an invitation

Just a sample of the whole

And I cannot wait to be going home.

Take a step back

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For all you non-bloggers out there, let me take a step back and explain what just happened when you clicked on my blog today.  (This is not a blog, this is only a test of the Emergency Blog system.)

We have this feature on WordPress called “reblog”.  When I read a cool post from another blogger, and I want to share it with you all here at Monkeys in My Bag, I just have to click the reblog button and it shows up over here.  It’s cool, in theory.  But the thing that I don’t like is that you get this confusing look to the reblog with just a link to the original and MY comments about it on the very bottom.  In my opinion, my comments should be the first thing you see so I can tell you WHY I thought this other blog was reblog-worthy.

But since I have no control over this, I want to encourage you to take a step back to yesterday and read the reblog that I posted for your blog-reading-enjoyment.

The reason why I chose to share that reblog called “When Serving Jesus is a One Way Ticket” is because the author very simply and very accurately describes that feeling that I have as a missionary of being less and less at home in the world.  I’ve said it before, so I’ll take a step back and repeat myself, “When I’m in Costa Rica, I miss Minnesota.  When I’m in Minnesota, I miss Costa Rica.  It’s all because my real home is in Heaven.”  I’m always pining for something that isn’t mine… yet.  Home.

Heaven is my home, my Great Hope, my Anticipation.  Someday I’ll hear God say to me those words that thrill my soul, “Well done, Daughter.  Here’s your eternal home… and you never have to move again.”  Welcome home, there have never been two sweeter words.

So take a step back to the repost from yesterday evening and enjoy a blog that really spoke to me.

The view from my home in San Jose, Costa Rica.

Going Home

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I chose this beautiful song for this Friday because it is a song that has very much defined my life of longing and searching for “Home”.   I long and pine and ache for my Heavenly home.  We are just sojourners here, we don’t belong here.  I’m not settling in here, I’m waiting to go Home.

Going Home

By Sara Groves

I’ve been feeling kind of restless.  I’ve been feeling out of place.  I can hear a distant singing, a song that I can’t write.  And it echoes in what I’m always trying to say.

There’s a feeling I can’t capture.  It’s always just a prayer away.  And I want to know the ending, things hoped for but not seen.  But I guess that’s the point of hoping anyways.

Of going home, I’ll meet you at the table.  Going home, I’ll meet you in the air.  And you are never too young to think about it.  Oh, I cannot wait to be home.

I’m confined by my senses, to really know what you are like.  You are more than I can fathom, and more than I can guess, and more than I can see with human sight.

But I have felt you with my spirit.  I have felt you fill this room.  And this is just an invitation.  Just a sample of the whole, and I cannot wait to be going home!

Going home, I’ll meet you at the table.  Going home, I’ll meet you in the air.  And you are never too young to think about it.  Oh, I cannot wait to be going- to be going home!

Face to face how can it be?  Face to face how can it be?  Face to face how can it?  ‘Cause this is just an invitation, just a sample of the whole.  And I cannot wait to be going home.