I previously haven’t felt a burning desire for Heaven or understood why people longed to reach Heaven so badly, mainly because my life has been pretty good & full & desirable. I love a lot of things about this world we live in, like the beauty and the people, like getting an education, hoping for marriage and children, looking forward to a career, and many other things. But I am beginning to experience more moments when I feel the weight of this world; when I realize that this world doesn’t satisfy; and when I sees so much of this world’s brokenness, imperfection, and hopelessness.
As I travel and encounter many different ways of life on this earth, it is becoming more evident that there is not always a way out of the bad places, there is not always a way to fix the problems, and there is not always satisfaction to be found in circumstances or possessions. It’s when I feel the weight of these burdens that Heaven starts to become more attractive and become my only source of hope. My assurance of Heaven is all I can turn to when I no longer want the things of this world because my circumstances and possessions are not bringing me lasting satisfaction. I have confidence and hope in the fact that one day Heaven will come and it will fully fulfill me.
Not even a change in my earthly circumstances can bring me the fulfillment that Heaven will. As humans, we always want what we don’t have. I’m sure many of you envy me for this opportunity to travel the world and to be free from the constraints of a job (I only say this because I know I feel that way when I see others share about their travels). But even as I am blessed with this irreplaceable experience, there are many days when I truly look forward to living in the States again, to having an apartment of my own, a consistent job, and a steady income with the comforts that come from living in the USA. And sometimes I even think I would rather have all those things right now instead of in 3 months from now. But I know when I reach that upcoming season in my life and I have those things, I’m not going to be fully content nor satisfied either. I’ll probably look back at this beautiful season of travel and miss many of the moments and people and places that have come with it.
It feels pretty hopeless to realize that no matter where I am or what I have, I won’t be 100% fulfilled. It is when I feel this hopelessness that I can only turn to the hope of Heaven. The hope of one day being completely fulfilled as I spend the rest of eternity by God’s side. The hope of one day being in a place without brokenness or imperfection for the rest of time.
