Fog - thick, heavy, gloomy. That's kinda how being homesick feels. No matter what you do, you just can't see past it. It sits around your heart and allows others to see silhouettes of your sadness.
This time of year has got to be the toughest. Holidays and family go "hand in hand", and since I've moved 700+ miles away, my "hand" seems empty. I miss Pennsylvania rolling hills and friendly faces of my family and friends. It's funny that I feel this way, because I always thought I could leave Pennsylvania and not really feel saddened. Boy was I wrong. I took for granted all I had there - the lunch dates made at the spur of the moment with neighbors, the family reunions and picnics, the grandparent babysitters when I had an appointment or just needed a break. . . oh, I could go on, but you get the idea.
I guess it is hard for people to understand the depth of homesickness unless you have experienced it. Fortunately, I have some good friends here in WI who understand. Many of my church friends here are "transplants" also. We have Tennessee, Kentucky, West Virginia and Texas transplants and they all understand where I'm coming from. Thanks be to God that he puts people in our lives who can help us through.
THOUGHT FOR THE DAY: Don't take your life for granted - you never know when it can change in the blink of an eye.