Going Home

The day had been long, but it was almost over. I stood clearing my desk as the children visited, quietly waiting for the bus calls. Time was dragging.

Then, I noticed a small face peering over the stack of papers on my desk. The six-year-old boy had inched up silently and now stood thoughtfully watching me.

I looked over and gently asked, “What do you need, Jay?”.

He quietly lifted his eyes and said, “Teacher, don’t you wanna let’s go home?”

I often think of that afternoon and that little boy who voiced a question that resonates in my heart.

Some days life is hard, and the road is long.

Some days the lessons have tried my soul and my brain. Some days I look up and Heaven and say, “Jesus, don’t you wanna let’s go home?”

Hebrews 13:¹⁴ For here have we no continuing city, but we seek one to come. ¹⁵ By him therefore let us offer the sacrifice of praise to God continually, that is, the fruit of our lips giving thanks to his name.

II Corinthians 5:1 For we know that if our earthly house of this tabernacle were dissolved, we have a building of God, an house not made with hands, eternal in the heavens.

Photo, Morning Light, Eddy Mims