Saturday, October 29, 2011


When I was a little girl I used to get homesick when I would spend the night away from home.  I was fine right up until bedtime and then I would start to miss my bed and my room and my parents and all of those familiar things that made me feel comfortable and secure.

Lately I've been reminded of that feeling of homesickness by my sweet Prince.  It started last Sunday when church was just about to begin and he leaned over to me and asked, "Mom, when is Jesus coming back to earth?"  Of course my response was, "I don't know."  To which Prince responded, "But Mom, I really miss him and I want to see him.  I haven't seen Jesus in a very long time and he promised he would come back!"  I love the timing of all of this because by this time worship has begun and I am trying to deal with this very important topic with my sweet Prince, yet still not disturb everyone around us.  "I know darlin' but the Bible says that no one knows the day or the hour that Jesus will come back except for God.  He's coming back some day, we just don't know when.  That's why we have to be ready." 
We've had this same discussion several times this past week.  Prince is anxious to see Jesus face to face and as he has already told me, he hasn't "seen Jesus since he was a baby in heaven before he was born."  OK, can I just say "Wow" to that? 

This whole discussion has me thinking about how homesick I am as well.  I used to hear other people say that and I didn't understand what that really meant but as I look around and see all that is going on in our world, I too, find myself feeling a bit homesick.  I can't wait for that day when I can sit at Jesus' feet and ask him all of the questions I've been pondering for so long.  Until then, I know that Jesus walks beside me every day, my constant companion and friend.  I'm reminded of the song I sang to Prince from the time he was struggling to live in the NICU:
Why should I feel discouraged?
Why should the shadows come?
Why should my heart feel lonely and long for heaven and home?
When Jesus is my portion,
My constand friend is he
For his eye is on the sparrow and I know he watches me.
His eye is on the sparrow and I know he watched me. 

I sing because I'm happy, I sing because I'm free
His eye is on the sparrow and I know he watches me.

So until that day comes, I will watch and pray and remember Jesus words:
"In my Father's house are many mansions. if it were not so, I would have told you. I go and prepare a place for you. And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come again and receive you unto myself; that where I am, there ye may be also."        John 14:2-3


  1. Oh, what a precious entry! Yes, I find myself with that same homesick feeling too. My life is so consumed with my Dad's care and I often wonder how long it will be this way. It's then that I feel His still, small voice assuring me of His presence, comfort and strength to face another day. Thanks for sharing this and I can just hear Mahalia Jackson singing "His Eye is on The Sparrow" as I read those words. Blessings!

  2. A great reminder! I was also thinking along similar lines this week, about how even the best things we have here on earth just can't quite fill us with total contentment. No matter what, we are just travelers here waiting to go home.

    Sweet boy you have :)

  3. you ever stand outside, stare at the sky, hoping maybe it is time for the trumpets...MAN, I do!

  4. I am like Kendra...I stare at the sky. If my view is hampered I get depressed. I know when it finally happens, every eye will see, but I like looking up and watching for it any way.

    BEAUTIFUL post!