arms embracing. Hugs and excited greetings.
I love homecomings. Don’t you?
A few years ago I flew home from Russia with little Jenny.
She was two at the time
no idea what was going on
how her whole world had changed with the adoption.
As the plane circled Washington DC
I could hardly wait to see my oldest.
She had been the strongest supporter of my adoption of Jenny
constantly cheering me through the lengthy process
but the separations were hard.
She on one side of the ocean
and I on the other
held together by His Love that will never let us go.
I drew Jenny closer to me as I felt the plane descending.
Just a few more minutes and I’d see her.
“I’ll be wearing a Santa hat,” she’d told me on the phone.
I closed my eyes and pictured her
dancing brown eyes,
dark curly hair.
I tried to imagine what our meeting would be like.
Seeing myself running towards her
while I held tiny Jenny.
Well, I might not run too fast with the cold I had picked up
but my joy would be overflowing, for sure,
I don’t like separations
No, not since the time I was very young and spent months away from my family.
But coming home?
There is nothing like it.
As I mused, I suddenly felt the wheels of the plan touch the runway.
Excitement raced through me.
very soon I would hold both girls in my arms.
Minutes ticked by while the plane slowed to a stop
and we finally were able to disembark.
“Ready, Jenny?” I said looking into her eyes.
“You are just going to love your big sister.”
She stared back at me having no idea what I was saying.
Holding Jenny with one arm
I balanced my purse and carryon with the other.
Soon, I kept telling myself as I walked.
Soon and very soon.
And then I walked through the doorway and entered a huge area
With people lined all around
some cheering and calling out names
others waving their arms.
My eyes scanned the crowd
looking and looking
back and forth as my heart beat loudly.
And then I saw my sweet girl
Santa hat and all
waving her petite arms at me and a smile that lit up my world.
Tears stung the back of my eyes.
“Thank you, Lord, for bringing me home.”
Together at last.
Homecomings. Glorious gatherings that remind me of that time
when we will walk across to heaven
to be greeted by all those who have gone before.
Scanning the faces
looking hard to see the faces that are so very dear.
For now, it might seem very long.
Our longing to hold and embrace is strong.
But there’s a great day coming and I can hardly wait.
How about you?
Just imagine what it will be like…….