Since then, things have changed. I have changed for the better in some ways, for the worse in others.
The well known saying, "home is where the heart is," is so true. My heart used to always be with me wherever I was. It wasn't until one day in May of 2002 I felt my heart rip...I left a piece of it in Missoula. Then in April 2004 it ripped again and a piece stayed in Corvallis, OR.
Now I knew what it meant to be homesick. Today, a piece of my heart is in Florianopolis. So, where is my "home" if my heart is in more than one place?
"Home" has become a very loose term to me, but being "homesick" has become so very real. It is not that my heart sees the "grass greener on the other side", but my heart aches to be close to the people that I love.
In the early 2000's there was a song or saying or both that encouraged Christians to be "homesick for heaven". The Bible tells us that this world is our temporary home and that heaven is our true home. I believe that Jesus was homesick for heaven. He often talked about Heaven, about His father. Of course he said many things to be able to teach us, but I believe it was also the overflow of his heart. He looked forward to returning to his "home."
At the time this saying was popular, I could only imagine what that meant because I still had very rarely felt that feeling. Now that I almost daily can feel that pulling of my heart in a certain direction, my goal is to redirect that to my true home, to heaven. That every time my heart aches, my thoughts, prayers and focus goes to Jesus, to my Heavenly Father and that it would stir anticipation in my soul to be united with Him for eternity.
