When I think of my family, friends, and church at home, the word that comes to mind right now is “thank you.”
Thank you for the strength I feel behind me. When I struggle, you gently carry me along with your prayers, encouragement, and advice. When I am happy, you rejoice with me. And you tell me about life at home like I’m still one of you. I am still one of you.
You give me a reason to be homesick. Not every day. But some days it rushes over me and I feel lost, pretty sure that I will drown. And I do for a little, overwhelmed with the sorrow of what has been and probably would have continued being had I not moved here. But then I lift my hands in surrender (literally sometimes), let my tears dry, and blow my nose. Life goes on.
“God, I’m not questioning my calling; I’m just feeling the hurt right now.”
I’m thankful for technology– emails, phone calls, video chats and such– but it’s not the same.
I wonder if Jesus ever felt homesick. He had sweet and constant communion with His Father. And then He left heaven to come to earth. Sure, He could pray to His Father. But it wasn’t the same. Sorta like a phone call.
But without that sweet communion, without something that emotionally ties us to “our” place, there would be no homesickness.
That’s why I say, “Thank you for the homesickness.” You have given me many reasons to miss you.