I'm bound for that beautiful city the Lord has prepared for his own,
Where all the redeemed of all ages sing glory around the white throne.
Sometimes I get homesick for heaven, and the glories I there shall behold......
What a joy that will be when my Savior I see in that beautiful city of gold!!!!

I'm not often in the habit of posting poetry.  However, this is the chorus to a song that is best sung unaccompanied by any instruments, and the tune, tone and beauty of it are awesome.  It's the kind of song that sends shivers down my spine and not just because of the way the music is arranged.

I realized the other day that I'm homesick.  This is the song that was going through my head at the time.  I believe in heaven - there's many times I just don't know if I'll make it there or not.  Those are the times that I'm stuck on my own methods of salvation instead of what I believe from the Bible to be true.  But anyway, sometimes I catch myself daydreaming about it. 

The other thing I daydream about, more frequently recently, is the place where I grew up in Canada.  Some friends of mine just took a trip up there, and I found myself envying them to no end.  I miss the First Nations people I grew up with.  I miss growing up, actually.  There are time I feel like I've gotten so old, and I want to be young again, to have less responsibility, to just go up and see people.  I would love to skate on the lakes, and feel the icy spray of snow in my face as I race a snowmobile with no hat on my head.  I'd love to visit the inner city areas again and have coffee with my old friends at Tim Horton's.  I want to paddle a quiet canoe across a glassy lake at sunset, and go out early in the morning to fish off the dock.

Why does getting older have to be so difficult?