I woke up this morning hearing a faint voice - well it wasn't really a voice. But it was calling my heart. As I struggled to wake up and grab a hold of it, I realized it was a longing. It was the longing for my HOME - for eternity. I smiled a sleepy smile. For just a brief moment, I relished in the warmth of the knowledge that someday I will be where I was created to live. And even tonight as I journaled, I smiled again as that brief whisper, calling, longing returned and I am reminded with sweet excitement that I am created for eternity's purposes. Just for this season, I live in the in-between. Just for this time I live outside of my HOME.
C.S. Lewis calls it "The Shadowlands." Ecclesiastes says, "...He has planted eternity in the human heart..." (chapter 3 verse 11). Casting Crowns calls it "Caught in the Middle." It is the most sacred yet most misunderstood ache at the heart of man. The faint yearnings of eternity that usually go unnoticed. Most of the time I'm too busy or too frantic to notice when the Lord graciously whispers that hope into my ears. That precious feeling of knowing, someday I will see my Saviour face to face. Someday I will feel my Father's hand on my shoulder.
It's only when I'm alone, when I'm quiet and even in those lonely moments when I feel the breathe of eternity. In those times of reflection, of setting aside the day that the Father leans down and says, "Remember what's ahead for you. Take heart..."
The longing, the faint whispers of eternity - those are my most treasured thoughts.
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Hi Lauren, I think that place has a sound. God has a sound too. It's not audible with your natural ears but it's like a tension that has vibrations.
Once when I was seeking the Lord, I felt he said, what do you hear? and when I payed attention I felt like I could hear creation waiting for something. Somewhere, I think in Romans, it says, "The creation waits in eager expectation for the sons of God to be revealed." I think the longing is partly that we can walk in more of our identity as his kids NOW, but we tend not to. But creation is longing for us to be unveiled. What veils us?
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