“…and at home with the Lord…” 2Cor. 5:6-10 (NIV)
I grew up in the small town of Independence, Kansas. Popula- tion: 10,324. Nearly a hundred of that number were my relatives. At a sleep-over my senior year, a group of friends wrote down where we saw ourselves ten, twenty, fifty years ahead. Along with my ambitions, I remember writing “in Independence, Kansas” for each milepost.
God had a different plan. Right after college, my high school sweetheart turned husband and I moved to New Mexico for a job. Moving over twenty times since then, I still call Independence, “home,” albeit thirty years after living there.
Every Christmas I go home to visit cherished relatives and friends. Driving through the town, I rejoice with every new change. Excitement overflows seeing familiar places with happy memories etched on my mind.
I always feel a little sad when I notice the town’s welcome sign in my rearview mirror as I leave. But that, too, remains part of its charm.
A little farther down the road, I find myself thinking about my permanent and eternal home in Heaven, prepared especially for me by my Father. Surely, Heaven has hints of Independence, Kansas, in it. People I love, angels singing, streets of gold, and, mostly, Jesus welcoming me home.
Heavenly Father, “When we all get to Heaven, what a day of rejoicing that will be. When we all see Jesus, we’ll sing and shout the victory.” I sing praises for home.