Longings of Home

I woke up pretty much on time, which was a blessing that I thanked the Lord for.  My first day back to normalcy--also known as drudgery some days--and I was determined to be disciplined.  After QT with Kay and a workout, comforting my son who also was feeling the weight of this return of normalcy, and packing my lunch I managed to get out of the house and off to work.  As I'm praying, which I often do on the way to work, I remembered I was fasting today! Armed with one little V-8, I thanked the Lord for reminding me of this opportunity, especially with so many urgent prayers on the table.  So, I fasted, yet my day seemed significantly insignificant.  I kept looking for God, and couldn't see what He was up to. Several times I had to stop and force myself to perspective.  I intentionally did not to ask "why am I here?" Yet, I longed for home.  I so enjoyed my break, spending time with my family, playing with my son, tending to my home, and managing to have some really great time of reflection and study, time with the Lord.  Even my bed has become a place I cherish, of quiet, comfort and warmth.  Tonight as I moped about not catching a glimpse of God at work, it hit me.  I spent the better part of my day longing for home--but am I longing for my Heavenly home? Wow!  I should feel like this about the home being prepared for me.  Am I longing for IT?  ....Yes, God is always teaching me, even with the mundane.