Longing for Heaven

  In the coming post I will tell you about the bondage of fear that so often took hold of me as a child. My hopes by sharing this part of my life is to help others find freedom from such things. I believe though I can only tell you these things, God is the one able to free us.  I had moments where I felt I would one day go to my home in heaven but for the most part it just seemed too good to be true! Did I ever long for it though! God's arms were around me.  I couldn't fully understand His words but he kept speaking gently .. He never gave up on me!

I got to know some beautiful songs while singing weekly with a group of ladies last year. Many of the songs I took very personally as we sang.

GOING HOME

Many times in my childhood we'd travel so far
By nightfall how weary I'd grow.
Father's arms would slip 'round me and gently he'd say,
"My child, we're going home."

Going home, I'm going home.
There is nothing to hold me here.
I got a glimpse of that heavenly land;
Praise God, I am going home.

Now the twilight is fading, the day soon shall end,
I get homesick the farther I roam.
But the Father has blessed me each step of the way,
And now I am going home.

Going home, I'm going home.
There is nothing to hold me here.
I caught a glimpse of that heavenly land,
Praise God, we are going home.

Praise God, we are going home.

my little girl