I saw 4am this morning, and not from an alarm ringing to awaken me. I was still awake after a long, long day, after a long, long week.
Some days, I am so homesick for heaven my heart literally aches. To be where there are no more tears, no more pain, no more sorrows for those that truly love Jesus; wouldn’t that be nice? To have real, tangible, put my hands into the hole in His side evidence. To see my grandmother, my fifth grade teacher, the baby I’m fairly certain we lost at a very early “conception” age. To not be tired or worried or “that parent” ever again.
Today will be long, for many reasons, mostly because of the insomnia of last night. But mostly because some days? I’m just tired.
“They will hunger no longer, nor thirst anymore, nor will the sun beat down on them,
nor any heat; for the Lamb in the center of the throne will be their shepherd,
and will guide them to springs of the water of life;
and God will wipe every tear from their eyes.”