From my tower, I can watch the sunset every night. Orange and gold bounce into my room and dance across the carpet as the moon begins her wooing.
My bookshelves are brimming and my nightstand is full of treasures waiting to be read. I burn Yankee candles every night. I have fresh, sweet tea often. My family laughs, teases, and tickles more than any I know. I have the ability to lift a flute to my lips and play a melody. I have witnessed the stark white gown of a best friend while she clung to her groom. My heart has danced with glee to find out a childhood friend has been a daddy for a total of two days. The beginning of this new chapter in my life looks grand and adventuresome. I have a blessed life.
Yet, with such blessings, I have a longing. Do you ever find yourself watching the fading day with a wistful heart? Do you ever feel that your senses cannot quite capture life, completely? Do you ever have moments of bliss- while hearing your soul whisper you were made for this?
My longing is for something I cannot describe, something I have never seen, and the ache for it is larger than life sometimes.
I tasted the longing while on my senior retreat. It was almost midnight in the hills of North Carolina, as over a hundred girls gathered around a fire. One friend was fingering the strings of her guitar as our voices slowly began to harmonize. We sang of our Redeemer, of the One who gave His all, and we sang of going home.
Heaven is the ache in my heart.