Homesick for Heaven

As a child, my parents subjected me to cruel and unusual punishment.  On sabbath we HAD to listen to one of their favorite christian artists, Patricia White.  I don't know why at the time I thought it was cruel and unusual punishment, but I sure did.

As I've grown, and matured, those songs that she sang those many years ago mean more and more to me.  The album, White Robe, is nearly like a concert that ends perfectly.

The final song is one called "Homesick for Heaven."  This is a partial set of the lyrics:

My heart longs for Heaven

My heart longs for home

I'm sick and tired of this old world

I just want to go home

I hear my father calling

I know he feels it too

He's lonesome for his little girl

He wants her home real soon

I'm homesick for Heaven

When the family's all back home

I'm homesick for a lot of things, I'm a transplant into the land that I'm in right now, physically and metaphorically.  Physically I came to this land of my own free will, for an amazing reason, to marry the love of my life.  Metaphorically, I had no choice.  Both physically and metaphorically I long for a place other than where I am.  Physically, at least momentarily, I'm content where I'm at right now, metaphorically however I'll never be content where I'm at right now.  

I'm from the mountains, not the Appalachian mountains of the east...I haven't fully decided they constitute mountains, but from the Rocky Mountains.  I grew up in them and they grew up in me.  The same way that happened, God planed a little seed in me, it was called Eternity.  "He has also set eternity in the human heart" Ecclesiastes 3:11.

I dearly hope for someday sooner than later when one or both of those seeds germinate and come to fruition, but for today I will continue listen to the song that means so much to me now.