It is good to be home.

As a lifelong road warrior, I have uttered that statement to my wife and children countless times.

Roadwork is weary work. With the right purpose, sustained by shear willpower and adrenalin, roadwork is tolerable.

How I enjoy being home.

It is a place of security. I can be me. I can wear my old worn out Dockers that breathe with comfort after years of wear and thousands of washes. I can take off my shoes for comfort—not a problem. In winter time there is my old blue and baggy sweatshirt. With a hot cup of coffee, I am as snug as an introvert under a rock.

The rewards from my trip through life are countless. I could never repay God for the abundance of goodness He richly rained over my pathway.

At the same time, my earthly path winds through territory scarred and marred by Satan. As a member of the post-fall human race—like all humankind—my trail encountered sickness, death, betrayal, disappointment, hurt, and degeneration.

The details of life’s trials may differ in intensity, but the result is the same.  Life on earth is hard. Like the curse of Adam and Eve, we still hurt from the result of sin.

It will be good to be home.

I lack vocabulary and understanding to express my delight at the future of living in the eternal presence of the Godhead with all things made new.

From my earthly experience, I look forward to being where Satan is not.

I want to live in the garden without pain. I want to live in a garden where those I love don’t die and leave holes in my soul. I want to live in a garden where I no longer worry about the eternal destiny of family and friend.

I am ready for peace. I want to live in the garden where war and murder do not exist. I want to live at home in the garden free of gossip, lies, and hate.

I look forward to a home without telemarketers and street vendors ringing my doorbell for a half-baked survey or to sell me something I neither want nor need.

I look forward to being home at last to live out equality as one of God’s children. Can you imagine a life where our skin color and the shape of our eyes no longer make a difference in how we see each other?

It will be a place of perfection. God’s perfection will radiate through every pore of our heavenly bodies.

It is my greatest desire.

I can hardly wait to be home at last.

Stay tuned. – Gary J. Sorrells