It's not usually for anything in particular (except you, Mom :-), but it's usually for the "ease" of life in America. Fast food (just 'cause it's fast), the convenience of stores that have what I need, knowing where to go to get what I need, a paved road to get there, and the list goes on.
...A longing for the familiar.
...A longing for where I fit in.
...A longing for a place where I am understood.
...A longing for a place where I understand.
But...
THIS is how I should be longing for Heaven!
Oh my.
I realize I must reverse my thoughts. When I long for America now, I wonder about Heaven. I think about how much better Heaven will be than Tyler. (Is it possible? Surely there will be Andy's Frozen Custard in Heaven.) Not only are Heaven's streets paved, they are paved with gold! I won't have to go searching for what I need, BECAUSE I WON'T NEED ANYTHING! Forget "fast food"... how about "instant feast?!" And the list goes on...
A longing for the familiar... so many familiar faces I can't wait to see in Heaven.
A longing for where I fit in... where else but Heaven will I fit in with the One who created me.
A longing for a place where I am understood... in Heaven not only my language will be understood, but my heart will be understood.
A longing for a place where I understand... in Heaven I will understand the hearts and language of others.
My prayer today is that my heart will long for my home in Heaven more than any other place.
Psalm 42:1-2 "As the deer pants for streams of water, so my soul pants for you, O God. My soul thirsts for God, for the living God. When can I go and meet with God?"
Psalm 84:1-2 "How lovely is your dwelling place, O Lord Almighty! My soul yearns, even faints, for the courts of the Lord; my heart and my flesh cry out for the living God."
Phil. 3:20 "But our citizenship is in heaven. And we eagerly await a Savior from there, the Lord Jesus Christ..."
John 15:19b "As it is, you do not belong to the world, but I have chosen you out of the world..."
And I couldn't finish up without a reference to "This world is not my home, I'm just a'passin through, my treasures are layed up somewhere beyond the blue, the angels beckon me from Heaven's open door and I can't feel at home in this world anymore!"
Just stamp my passport with a "Visitors Visa,"
Kristin
