My friend is moving back to her home country in a couple of months. As she is thinking what she needs to do to prepare, she feels sad about leaving her life here. She knew this day would come, but now it is almost here.
These days she thinks about what might have been. A day trip, a weekend away, she sneaks in adventures for her kids here and there. She wants them to have a few more memories of these years abroad.
As the time has been coming close, she is remembering things that she is looking forward to back home in the country she grew up in: family, favorite foods, familiar sounds of her heart language.
As I watch my friend prepare for her move, I consider my faith journey. I increasingly know the hope I have in heaven. It will be a glorious place, because the Sovereign is glorious. Love will rule everything. We will know our purpose for living perfectly. We will be perfectly satisfied and wonderfully filled with praise for the One who led us there.
I sometimes think I want to hold onto what I have in this life, but those thoughts are fewer as I come closer to crossing over to my heavenly home. I can’t wait for the day I will see Jesus. But I do wait and look for others to invite to come with me.
“If they had been thinking of the country they had left, they would have had opportunity to return. Instead, they were longing for a better country—a heavenly one. Therefore, God is not ashamed to be called their God, for he has prepared a city for them.” Hebrews 11:15-16