Far From Home

I awoke this morning feeling that ache in my heart. That feeling that we are so far from our true home, from what we were truly meant be. It has the power to both hurt and heal depending on what I do with the ache. Do I stay with the ache and let it take me into the deeper places, the deeper places where I can bring the pain to Jesus or do I find something to make me forget the pain. I want to forget the pain, to numb it, but I know I can not. I must feel the pain, I must embrace it and allow myself to grieve. I am far from home, that much is true, but I am not alone. I am surrounded by a fellowship of other travelers who are also far from home. We are all traveling through this world, we all feel it, all long to have it healed and we will, just not yet. The ache is there to draw me home, to pull me onward to the embrace of my savior. That is why it is both painful and sweet. To often I miss the second part of it. If I am feeling that ache it is because there is someone calling me home. There is something for me to return to. Jesus is calling me to himself. Reminding me that only He can fill that place. So today as you feel that ache in the deepest part of your heart, remember it is a call to come home. Soon but not yet.
Tom