All around the country we celebrate homecoming weekends this time of year. Typically these celebrations involve you and me traveling back to our “old stomping grounds” and reliving something special from our past. Very cool.
I rarely go back to my home.
This week, however, homecoming is happening to me. Our only daughter, Krits, is coming home. She’s bringing some baggage, but we don’t mind. She’s even bringing a boyfriend. Nevermind.
This morning I walked around the upstairs of our dream home. The upstairs is where our children’s bedrooms reside. There are four. Children and bedrooms, that is. This morning, I remembered what it felt like to walk upstairs when all four were full. My heart, immediately hit rock bottom. A free fall to the floor of my being, as I ached for home, I ached for what once was, I ached for a return to the fullness of our home. Why?
Because, today, I know that only one of the rooms is FULL. Taylor, is all that’s left. The other three have already grown and gone. Oh sure, they’re still alive and that is a blessing, but they’re NOT with us. They have lives of their own and they only include us, but no longer revolve us.
Around, that is.
Homecoming weekend is now less than one week away. My heart is flying and filling as I remember this thought. The rooms upstairs, someday, will be FULL again. The story ends with the greatest homecoming imaginable. All these moments are simply reminders of the fact that we are made for relationships and we are made for our eternal home. AND, someday, we will experience a FULLness that can only happen in a, whole, and perfected HEART. Very cool.
Homecoming.
This morning, I had a homecoming reminder. For now, I’ll simply make the most of the bitter and the sweet. I’ll make the most of the moments when Krits comes through that door. I’ll make the most of the moments we share with Jordan, Keturah, Andrew, and the rest of our extended family and friends. I’ll enjoy the bitter and the sweet. I’ll keep my heart intact as full as possible by focusing on the latter and swallowing the former.
AND, someday, our upstairs and our downstairs will be perfectly FULL…
Homecoming.
BUILT TO LEAD 