Going Home

Yesterday I met with a lady who has terminal cancer. She is such a lovely person, and she's just a little older than I am. We had a really nice visit and a good talk about the future.

Her future, on earth, is limited, probably measured in weeks. She is bald but beautiful. She is confident yet afraid. She laughs and then cries. She is experiencing life and death. We all are, but for her it is more obvious and seemingly imminent.

Recently she got to go back home, which is a few hours away. She smiled as she talked about seeing familiar sights, but more importantly, seeing old friends and family. She simply loved going home. Later in our conversation we talked about really going home, as in going to Heaven. She cried as we talked about the promises of God.

And I heard a loud voice from the throne saying, "Now the dwelling of God is with men, and he will live with them. They will be his people, and God himself will be with them and be their God. He will wipe every tear from their eyes. There will be no more death or mourning or crying or pain, for the old order of things has passed away." He who was seated on the throne said, "I am making everything new!" Then he said, "Write this down, for these words are trustworthy and true."


Revelation 21:3-5



Dying is hard, and we are all doing it daily. There is something special, though, about going home, especially going with confidence.

We are confident, I say, and would prefer to be away from the body and at home with the Lord.

2 Corinthians 5:8