Longing for HOME

I was talking to a friend the other night.
Sometimes I'm so aware and ashamed of my sin.
And yet overwhelmed by the totality of Christ's grace.
The only response-a longing for home.

I opened to a friend's blog and read the following:

Weary of earth, myself and sin,
Dear Jesus set me free,
And to Thy glory take me in,
For there I long to be.

Let a poor laborer here below,
When from his toil set free;
To rest and peace eternal go;
For there I long to be.

Burdened, dejected and oppressed,
Ah! Whither shall I flee,
But to Thy arms for peace and rest?
For there I long to be.

Empty, polluted, dark and vain,
Is all this world to me;
May I the better world obtain;
For there I long to be.
-Samuel Medley

How true. (I do love me some hymns.)

And then another reminder as I opened a book I read over a year ago searching for a totally unrelated quote.

There have been times when I think we do not desire heaven; but more often I find myself wondering whether, in our heart of hearts, we have ever desired anything else. . . It is the secret signature of each soul, the incommunicable and unappeasable want, the thing we desired before we met our wives or made or friends or chose our work, and which we shall still desire on our deathbeds, when the mind no longer knows wife or friend or work. . . All your life an unattainable ecstasy has hovered just beyond the grasp of your consciousness. The day is coming when you will wake to find, beyond all hope, that you have attained it.
C.S. Lewis