far from home...

I feel it.  My friends feel it.  Each time disappointment strikes or dreams crumble.  In every experience of loss or grief.  In those quiet moments of longing and ache.

Something inside of us cries out, "This can't be right!  This isn't how it was supposed to be."

To the cry comes the testimony of scripture:

For the creation was subjected to frustration, not by its own choice, but by the will of the one who subjected it, in hope that the creation itself will be liberated from its bondage to decay and brought into the freedom and glory of the children of God.  We know that the whole creation has been groaning as in the pains of childbirth right up to the present time. Not only so, but we ourselves, who have the firstfruits of the Spirit, groan inwardly as we wait eagerly for our adoption to sonship, the redemption of our bodies. ~ Romans 8.

 And the words of fellow sojourners:

If I find in myself a desire which no experience in this world can satisfy, the most probable explanation is that I was made for another world. ~ CS Lewis

 We are not at home here.

But there is hope.

I consider that our present sufferings are not worth comparing with the glory that will be revealed in us...For in this hope we were saved. But hope that is seen is no hope at all. Who hopes for what they already have? But if we hope for what we do not yet have, we wait for it patiently. ~ Romans 8

 Come quickly, Lord Jesus.