do you ever get homesick, but then you stop and think that you can't really put your finger on where "home" is anyway? home for me isn't a place where i grew up or even a place where my family is from but just a place that i have spent some time and have some good memories of. a lot of that has changed now with many good memories being replaced by bad ones, but i guess that is just how life evolves. i remember riding around in the truck with carl gordon one day thinking that life couldn't possibly get any better than it was at that moment. it was almost like the Father said to cherish this moment for whatever reason. i never shared that with carl but probably should have. anyway i remember feeling at home and i don't know why now and i remember not knowing why at that moment either, just that i was "home" and things were good and i was at that moment a round peg in a round hole. i've kinda lived my whole life for that one moment in time and i will always remember it.
sometimes i wonder if the Father wants it that way. i mean if we fit in so perfectly down here then why leave it? what motivation would there be to desire eternal things in a heavenly place or in whatever your depiction of the afterlife looks like? i dunno. ok, i'm wandering in my typing...but the point is that we all have a desire (i think) to belong or have a place of belonging or something like that and i wonder if we can ever truly find it a part from christ.
whattayouthink?
