That’s all it took for our parents to send “grief” and “agony” to our young hearts. As a child at the playground, having the time of our lives, the thought of going home was like pure torture, it felt as though they killed our soul. There may have been tears, sulking, stomping of the feet, gripping on tighter to the swings, and quite possibly a very public and embarrassing tantrum.
Our parents would have threatened to leave without us, they would get in the drivers seat, close the door and start the engine. We feared for our lives that they may not have been bluffing. So we quickly ply open our fingers from the swings’ ropes, and make our way to the car for a very solemn ride home.
These are the thoughts that run through my mind when I think of the words: “home time”. To leave something so enjoyable and fun as the park, to go back to the “boring” home was grevious to say the least.
But our Father in Heaven will come to take us home soon. But when He comes, there won’t be sulking tears, but rather tears of joy; there won’t be stomping feet, but steps of love to the Father’s arms; our hands won’t be gripping to this earth, but reaching out to grab His; and we won’t hesitate to follow Him home, because we know that’s where life begins.
John 14:2-4 KJV
In my Father’s house are many mansions: if it were not so , I would have told you. I go to prepare a place for you. And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come again, and receive you unto myself; that where I am, there ye may be also. And whither I go ye know, and the way ye know.
The second advent will be the most joyous occassion, and I can’t wait to go home.