I never quite know when it will manifest itself, this ache of the shadowlands.
Sometimes, it’s in the long days, the up-all-night exhaustion, the longing for rest.
Others, it’s in the goodbyes and the distance. The never-quite-enough fellowship and conversation that leaves me longing for the time when relationships won’t be marred by sin, hindered by time.
Some days, it’s a name on Facebook, or heartbreaking news from a friend. The brokenness and the imperfection of this earth make me ache for our Heavenly Home.
But isn’t that how it should be? These are only the shadowlands. We were made to ache for something better, something more.
Further up, further in, until we see His face. And then, there will be no more ache, no more tears…