"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." —C.S. Lewis
I don't know if our sons remember this, but on road trips when the boys were little, David and I used to sing together, "harmonizing" and singing at the tops of our lungs.
One of our favorites was an old hymn that went something like this:
One of our favorites was an old hymn that went something like this:
This world is not my home, I'm just a-passin' through
If heaven's not my home, then Lord what would I do?
The angels beckon me, from heaven's open door,
And I can't feel at home in this world anymore.
David taught me that song. It used to spring to his lips when I sensed a longing in him to be somewhere else. When the boys were little, I was so caught up in their every little step, word, new skill mastered, that I really didn't quite connect with David's longing; another mother would understand that comment.
But now, David has "gone ahead" of me back to the land he was raised in, to the land where we met and where we discovered we are truly kindred spirits. I miss him and long to be there with him. Every waking thought is wrapped around him.
My longing to be with David is not unlike the longing he used to express in song. Hmmmm.
