Tuesday, May 29, 2012


My heart absolutely melted.

Two-year-old Kacie kept pointing at the computer screen, repeating “Hi Gwaama” over and over. While her vocabulary was limited, her enthusiasm was not.

Three-year-old Addie sat there quietly for a few minutes, quite unlike her usual chatty self. Her bottom lip quivered when she finally spoke: “Grandma, I miss you. When can I come to your house?”

kacie & addie

Addie and Kacie are two of my granddaughters, and they live in Kansas City. While nothing can replace a hug, Skype is one way we stay connected. Their dad (my son Eric) had texted me earlier, saying the girls needed to “see” their Grandma and Papa. While Papa was at work that day, this Grandma was definitely up for a visit.

“Oh sweetie, I miss you too”, I said “You will be here soon. I can’t wait!” I think my voice quivered a bit, too. Their upcoming visit could not come soon enough.

Sometimes, I just get homesick. Not for a place, but like Addie, I get homesick for a person; Jesus. While I know Him here, my finite mind cannot comprehend the infinite, and the Jesus I see is only a glimmer of who He really is (1 Corinthians 13:12).

There is a yearning in me, and an instinctive understanding that the words “This world is not my home” are not just words to a song, but a greater reality than anything I know here. As fraught with meaning as this life is, there is also a sense of something missing, of incompleteness.

Oh, I get glimpses of what it will be like to see Jesus face-to-face. His creative presence hovers over the magnificence of a sunset. His voice whispers as the wind rustles leaves. His laughter dimly echoes in the gurgle of running water. But it is a distant note, a faint reflection of His glory that we will one day see.

When I experience the pain that is inherent in this world, it only increases my anticipation of the time He will wipe every tear away, and there will be no more crying and no more sorrow (Revelation 21:4).

When I finally go home, I will never again have to say good-bye to someone I love, because we will be at home once and for all time.

I will fully know Him, even as I am now fully known (1 Corinthians 13:12).

 welcome_home for homesick

Jesus cannot wait for it, either. He too longs for us to be with Him, and whispers to us, “You are coming soon. I can’t wait!”

My Father’s house has many rooms; if that were not so, would I have told you that I am going there to prepare a place for you? And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come back and take you to be with me that you also may be where I am.

John 14:2-3

Further reflection:

  1. Is there someone you deeply miss?
  2. Do you long to see Jesus as much as you long to see that person?
  3. What do you think it will be like when you first see Jesus face-to-face?
  4. Where in your life do you get glimpses of what that will be like?

Jesus, I love you and I miss you at the same time. Though I clearly see You at work in my life and in the world, it is nothing compared to what it will be like to see You face-to-face! Sometimes I can’t wait for that, but soon…soon! I will see You in all Your beauty, and in all Your glory. It will be awesome to be home!

(the picture is of a painting called “Welcome Home” by Danny Hahlbohm)

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