Last week, I took my son and my dog up to my parents’ house in the town where I grew up for a week of vacation, and what is sticking in my mind at this time is how, for once, I actually feel somewhat recharged. Yes, this is how vacations are supposed to perfom, but rarely have I actually experienced that effect. Normally, we experince so much hustle in getting to and from the destination and get so caught up in the sites and sounds of the places that “refreshment” becomes an alien concept.
And this was not the first such trip. The home town has been a regular destination since I moved away over 20 years ago. I’m still trying to place a marker on it, but I really believe that what distinguished this trip was a sense of reconnection with my past stirred by time spent with family. For the first time since leaving, I felt “comfortable” and “at home” upon revisting the places where I had once lived and played. No, they are no longer the same. Many landmarks have changed or are no longer present, most of my childhood friends moved away as well, and members of my family have passed on.
But those artifacts are not at the heart of the connection I felt within myself. The emotional and spiritual ties were there for me to rediscover like a buried time capsule. It both welcomed and warmed. And somehow, I believe that I was being presented with a glimpse of a much bigger picture of a much larger welcoming that is to come. Amidst the tempests and teapots that exists in life, I repeatedly forget about the final Homecoming that is to come. At the time, we all can finally rest, and there will be a welcoming that will put all the sorrows and regrets behind us completely and forever. It was this glimpse, the fragment of this promise that I feel gave my heart a much needed refreshment. There is deliverance ahead, and knowing this energizes my soul for the days ahead.