HOME

Today, I came across a video clip about my hometown. It was a video made by four people, no one special. They wrote a song singing about my hometown. It's funny, and entertaining. in the clip they showed parts of the city, and it just got me. I didn't realize how much I miss home, the streets, the tea houses, the scene of old people playing Taichi in the morning. I just want to be home, and be embraced in that environment again. I watched more clips. I remember it was these scenes that constantly came to my dreams at night when I first came to the U.S.  Like what it said in one of the video clips: Chengdu, a city you don't want to leave. I forgot about it for a while, and now I am just reminded of how beautiful it is and how much I love it.

At the same time, I thought to myself: Heaven is just like home, except it's Home, it's where I am going to be ultimately. It's the most beautiful place. I remembered all the encounters I had with Heaven and the God that created it. I remembered the joy and peace that it brought to me, the hand that picked me up whenever I fell, the laughter when I was laughing, and the tears when I was crying. Ironically, I forgot where Home was, forgot that even though I am not there right now, there is room for me. I forgot who is waiting for me there. The memories of home brought me memories of Home. At Home, my Father is waiting for me.

To the LORD your God belong the heavens, even the highest heavens, the earth and everything in it. (Deut. 10:14) Where he is is where home is.