HOMESICK
Once upon a time, there was a little girl who loved stories.
Stories about a place called home which she could not remember
still made her want to go back there.
Stories about persons she did not know made her want to meet them.
Stories about a home far away made her homesick.
She was traveling with her family, stopping at different places,
staying with strangers in various houses.
This was the only life she knew.
The story about a place somewhere far away was constant.
It was in the country where the little girl was born.
The people who lived there were called Morfar and Mormor and Moster.
Each time the family moved her siblings asked,
“Why are we going to a new place again?”
“Why can’t we go back to Mummola?”
“When are we going back to Mummola?”
At each new place, they waited eagerly to see if a letter from someone
at Mummola had reached their new destination.
Each letter was addressed to their mother,
with a c/o name before a new street address
in a new town or a new country.
The letters were a link to a place of stability
beyond the little girl’s experience.
She became homesick for the place,
the people and the home somewhere far away.
She wanted to share her story
of being homesick for a place
she could not remember.
Someone asked,
"How could you be homesick for a place you did not know?"
Her heart answered,
"I'm also homesick for heaven
though I've only heard stories of that city built by God.
My journey will lead me there in the end."
She wanted to share her story
of being homesick for a place
she could not remember.
Someone asked,
"How could you be homesick for a place you did not know?"
Her heart answered,
"I'm also homesick for heaven
though I've only heard stories of that city built by God.
My journey will lead me there in the end."
...longing for a better country—a heavenly one.
Therefore God is not ashamed to be called their God,
for he has prepared a city for them.
Hebrews 11
A TCK's LIFE
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