It’s when you grow up on the Atlantic seaboard, and get relocated to landlocked Nebraska cornfields.  It’s that long-awaited return to the coast, when that familiar saltiness of the air reaches your nostrils before seagulls are sighted,

and you know that you’re home.

It’s when you’ve been away on a business trip, and your aircraft descends through the blanket of clouds so you can see the familiar, sweeping landscape below,

and you know that you’re home.

It’s when you’ve been cooped up in a college dorm for an entire semester, and it’s finally Christmas break.  It’s when you open the front door to your childhood house and the smell of freshly baked chocolate chip cookies wafts through the cozy atmosphere,

and you know that you’re home.

Garden Path

You know the feeling, right?

I have to wonder if we won’t have that same feeling, only magnified infinitely, when we get to heaven.

Blaise Pascal said, “There is a God-shaped vacuum in the heart of every man which cannot be filled by any created thing, but only by God, the Creator, made known through Jesus Christ.”

I believe that quote is referring to salvation, which can only come through Jesus Christ.

But couldn’t we compare that same imagery to the earthly, homesick groanings we endure as we wait for our eternal home?

I don’t know what it will be like when we get to heaven – but I have a feeling that upon arrival, we’ll just know that we’re finally home.

This is Day 15 of ‘Defining Home in 31 Days.’  Click here for a full list of posts in this series.

Photo Credit: Wildroof