Many years ago, I first heard someone say that they were homesick for Heaven. I had had no idea what she meant at the time. She was a happily married pregnant person. Everything at that point that I knew even then wasn’t in the cards for me. She never explained and I never asked, but I have wondered what she meant through the years. I suppose different people can view the meaning of such a phrase differently. Here is my take.
I will most likely never have an abundance of money, or power, or fame of any sort. I will be known to the people in my immediate circle. A circle that is decidedly larger than what I thought, but my immediate circle just the same. I will be noticeably physically handicapped for a long while. Maybe always. Live in apartments perhaps. I will have a dog, and treat it like the prized possession that all dogs are for the rest of my life. I will appreciate everything indefinitely. Every interaction good and bad, and every breath I take. Every emotion that I feel. I will keep most things to myself except with those that matter, love a good meme, detest watching tv, and be brutally honest. I will live life now, fully and authentically, but oh how I will be homesick for Heaven. Not just because my father is there, and his mama, and my mother’s parents, etc. and so on. But because people do not hate each other there, or prioritize nonsense. I imagine I will feel there like I do at Mass. I will be most myself and sit at the feet of Jesus. My yes, I am certainly homesick for that. In the meantime, I will appreciate the here and now, and make sure that’s where I end up. ❤️