Every evening, we pile into our Big Bed and read. We’ve been marching through Tolkien’s The Lord of the Rings for a little while. Each night we chip away at this epic journey.
Last night, there was this:
“Frodo said nothing, but he put his hand under his tunic and touched the rings of his mail-shirt. He felt staggered to think that he had been walking about with the price of the Shire under his jacket. Had Bilbo known? He felt no doubt that Bilbo knew quite well. It was indeed a kingly gift. But now his thoughts had been carried away from the dark Mines, to Rivendell, to Bilbo, and to Bag End in the days while Bilbo was still there. He wished with all his heart that he was back there, and in those days, mowing the lawn, or pottering among the flowers, and that he had never heard of Moria, or mithril—or the Ring.”
I pause—let the weight of these words press down.
“Mom, in all the good stories, the main character is always thinking about home—wanting to go back home.”
I study his face…he is pondering this observation…wondering at its significance.
I, too, puzzle out loud:
“I wonder what it will take for us to appreciate our homes. Twenty years from now, you boys will look back on this moment…”
“…and we’ll miss our home, and our mom, and our dad.”
Littlest One finishes the thought for me.
He snuggles closer.
Time stands still.
I catch my breath. For this thought staggers me; that this moment—this season of reading in the Big Bed–will be over far too soon.
This indescribable longing fills me.
And I know that it is a longing for home. I am a character in this epic journey, and my heart yearns for home.
The place where the passing of time holds no fear. Here, as seasons change, relationships only grow deeper. There is no unseen thief to steal precious moments such as these of the Big Bed.
I am longing for my heavenly home.
Here will be the end of the epic journey. There will be no need for longing…our souls will be fulfilled. We will have arrived at the place of rest.
My heavenly home has a Big, Big Bed. Room enough for a few more…
No need to miss my Father.
He’ll be snuggled up with us.