Last fall I did quite a bit of traveling: A mission trip to Honduras, missionary paperwork in Texas, support raising and visiting family in Tennessee.
While in Tennessee, my aunt asked me if I had ever been homesick. I thought about it for a while and then replied, “I’m sure that I have, but I just can’t remember exactly when.” Since she asked, that question has been rolling around in my mind and it took me until just recently to remember a time when I was indeed homesick.
I was 18 years old and fulfilling one of my dreams by working at summer camp. As an only child I was not accustom to being around people 24/7. At this time, no one had cell phones or e-mail, so communication with friends and family was few and far between. I was miserable and desperately wanted to go home! To top that off, I knew that I was perhaps the worse counselor the camp had ever seen and I was utterly embarrassed of my situation.
I haven’t thought of that experience in years. Fortunately time has a way of dulling our memories and healing our hearts. And through each difficult experience God strengthens and matures us.
Today when I travel I experience a different level of homesickness. In Honduras, I missed being around my husband and children. In Texas, I missed sleeping in my own bed and the comfort of being in our home. When leaving Tennessee I got a lump in my throat and teared up at the thought of not knowing when I would see my mom & aunt again. As I looked out the window of the plane I wondered when I would again take in the beauty of the Smokey Mountains. Upon arriving to Mexico, I had that overwhelming feeling hit me of how far away from family we live.
But there is yet another kind of homesickness which I experience. It is the desire to live life enveloped in the Lord’s presence. A place where sickness and death no longer exist and peace abounds. A forever home for my soul. One day I’ll dance in the presence of my savior and for sure never be homesick again.
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