“I’m homesick—longing for your salvation; I’m waiting for your word of hope. My eyes grow heavy watching for some sign of your promise; how long must I wait for your comfort?” Psalm 11:81,82
I was eleven and away at bible camp the first time I experienced being homesick. The camp was a mere ten miles from home, but it seemed like thousands. It was the first time I stayed overnight in unfamiliar surroundings without my parents or other people I knew well. For three nights I quietly cried into my pillow so that no one would know I was unhappy. A counselor assured me I did not want to go home, “Things will get better.” I stuck it out and became a happy camper.
During this past year, I’ve been away from my home for nearly nine months–six months after Glen died and three months while renters are enjoying my home. I am a bit homesick and look forward to going home in a couple of weeks.
The apostle Paul was a traveling man—witnessing, training, teaching everywhere he went. I imagine he felt the same sense of being grounded when he spent two years in Ephesus. His ministry continued from that location. I look forward to exploring where my next journey will take place. Will I finally get into a mission setting? In the meantime, the moment I get home, I’m unpacking my suitcase and storing it out of sight.
Lord, give us purpose while we travel and a place to land to recuperate. Amen.