I was probably seven years old when I was either invited or had invited myself to stay overnight at a friend’s house. They had a policy that everyone went to bed at the same time which was much earlier than our family tradition. Sleep eluded me and an uncomfortable feeling of homesickness raised its ugly head.
After some deep thought, I climbed out of bed, got my winter clothes on and sneaked out the door. That’s when I realized the obstacles along my way home. First of all it was snowing, secondly it was a mile to my house, thirdly there was a graveyard to pass and lastly there was a one-way bridge to cross. Plus, there was a neighbor’s dog by the name of Hunter that enjoyed terrorizing any passersby. The graveyard was the most fearful because you never knew when a ghost would come after you. I closed my eyes tightly some 200 feet before and only opened them about 200 feet after I passed. I continued to walk hurriedly.
What a heartwarming sight to see the old house come into view. There’s no place like home. Dorothy sure had that right in “The Wizard of Oz.”
Sixty-one years later I’m sitting here and I’m once again lonesome for home. No, not the one back there because it’s long gone and we can’t turn back time; it’s the one that lies ahead that has been promised to us by God.
John 14:1-2
“Let not your heart be troubled; you believe in God, believe also in Me. In My Father’s house are many mansions; if it were not so, I would have told you. I go to prepare a place for you.
Think about it.
Gary