Home Sick

I'm home sick. I am home sick for a glorious place. I'm home sick for Heaven! I don't belong on this earth and I'm a pilgrim and a stranger just a' passing through. I'm so heavenly minded I'm just no earthly good I'm afraid. My affections are set on things above. My head is in the clouds. My eyes are on the sky looking for my Beloved's appearing. I don't fit in with this world. I can't relate. I'm just a nobody who wants to tell everybody about somebody who can save anybody. I'm a fool for Christ. I am desperately in love with a man named Jesus, and he's all I can think of, dream of, talk about, and desire to see. My heart has been taken, captured, and won by a prince who is sooo worthy. My soul longs to worship him, throw my crowns at his feet, praise him with all my heart, bow down before him, see his face, and bask in his light. My heavenly mansion beckons me. That beautiful street of gold, crystal sea, sons of God, and angels  pull at my spirit. I am compassed about with a great cloud of witnesses who desire for me to finish well. People are watching my walk wishing that I would fall. The battle rages on. I'm fighting the fight of faith. I am on the "hit list" of Satan. The world hates me and doesn't  even know why. I've been forsaken, persecuted, tried, tempted, fought, heart broken, knocked down, discouraged, and attacked. I love lost souls who don't understand why. I get faced with tests every single day. I am living crucified to my fleshly desires and lusts which war against my soul. I long to see the saints of old. I'm wearied with studying sometimes. I'm unpopular, unloved by most, have few true friends, and am considered a fanatic, Bible thumper, and totally not a "normal" teenager. I'm waiting for an earthly prince in purity and people scorn that. I hate the dating game. I am not rich, super wealthy, a tv star, a gourgeos model, popular singer, or talented sports star. I don't desire a career. I want to be a help- meet and a mother. A keeper at home. I'm looked down on by this world. This life is a crazy race. The devil hates me. I'm laboring in a harvest that's plenteous but has few labourers.


And you know what? It's worth it! I'm going to keep pressing on! I desire more persecution! I don't care if I suffer shame for the glorious name of Jesus! I have a great weapon... FAITH. I have faith that I will get a future husband, that I will finish this race well, that God is using me, that I will stay in the love of God, that His promises are true, that he will come back for me, and that I'm not fighting these battles in vain. I have God's spirit within me, his light, and his joy unspeakable and full of glory. He has blessed me, he lifts me up when I'm down, he encourages me, he loves me (oh what a glorious thought! He loves me!), and He died for me. I have his glorious gospel to share with a lost and dying world. I have his zeal as a cloak, his words shut up in my bones like a fire and I cannot and will not forbear, I have his armour of light, and his garments of praise. I have his purity, lily whiteness, sparkling vibrant light, and blood washed robes. I have his humility and I have put on his love. I have his precious promises, his beautiful love letter, and the promise of his soon return. I have the promise of a better country. I get to talk to my Lord without ceasing, I get to hear His voice, and I get to praise him. I have his fire, passion, and words in me. I hate this world. I'm not a friend of this world. I am in this world just not of it. This Christian life is the greatest adventure, the only life worth living, and Christ is my life. I will not give in, back down, or be weary in well doing. I'm going to stand by Gods grace. I will not ever leave my first love. I'm a Christian and I cannot be called by any other name. I'm a virtuous woman. I fear God. I'm walking in holiness. I have his virtuous power within me. I love Jesus!

And I'm homesick for heaven! What about you?