No one warned me that when I got married and moved to California to be with my husband that I would struggle with homesickness. No one said, “Dawn, there are going to be days when you cry for seemingly no reason. But the real reason for your tears is that you would give anything to set foot on Texas soil again, to hug your mom, to swing your nephews around, or to spend one more afternoon sitting alone in the archaeology museum contemplating God’s purpose for your life.” I guess I knew it all deep down inside… I had tried to prepare myself emotionally. But home will always have a very special place in my heart.
I realize that there are many people in the world who are looking for a way to escape ‘home.’ They would give anything to be free of what has seemed like a lifelong prison sentence – or worse. And to these readers, I am so very truly sorry.
But as twisted as it sounds, I want everyone to know the feeling of true homesickness. Because the reality of this life is that any place we call “home” here, is merely temporary. You see, everyone who believes in Jesus Christ as the son of God and accepts him as their Lord and Savior has an eternal home with God.
There are so many amazing earthly metaphors for what Jesus is telling us here, for example:
- Adoption: we are adopted into the family of God and are openly welcomed (with our own rooms, even!) into His house. We aren’t left in eternal orphanages or foster homes; we are a very special part of the family of God Almighty!
- Friendship: a friend welcomes you into their home, even prepares a place for you if need be. I’ve experienced on different occasions the blessing of being able to temporarily house a friend in need and myself to be temporarily housed by friends.
- Marriage: in Jewish culture during Jesus’ time, upon becoming engaged to his future wife, a man would build a new living space onto the home of his parents (for different reasons he didn’t move away from home – he was responsible for the family business, responsible for the care of his aging parents, etc.). Once the new home was completed and his father said it was time, he would go to get his bride and take her home as his new wife.
It is a marvel to me that we have a God so great who loves us so fiercely. And just as I miss my family and the familiar places I lived my life among in Texas, so I miss the home that my soul knows and longs for. Just as this life sometimes gives me headaches and troubles that leave me begging for an escape to the comforting home of dear friends, so my heart hopes to find peace in the hospitable haven of my Lord and Savior. Just as during my engagement I longed to be beside my future husband and enjoy our life together, so my spirit aches to be with the heavenly groom in the bridal chamber that he is preparing just for me.
I am homesick for heaven, homesick for my forever home. And I hope you are, too.