“Are we almost there, Nana?” he asked me with excitement in his voice. I looked in my rear view mirror and into my grandson’s eyes and told him “Almost. We have to pull over into the far right lane so we can take the exit.” Pretty soon I heard an excited voice say once again, “Are we almost there?” I told him, “Look there’s the exit sign!” He said, “The one that says mommy’s office?” I said, “Yes that’s the one!”
My Sweet boy
The excitement that bubbled over and out of my grandson was not because he was getting impatient or anxious because it was taking so long. No, after his having to wait several weeks and talking about it and asking about it, I finally was able to take him into the City and drop him off to spend the afternoon at his mommy’s office. I wonder how many times he had probably asked his mommy, “Am I going to your office today?” Finally, he did not have to wait any longer. As we pulled into the parking lot and I drove around to the back of her building, I parked and we sat and waited and watched the door for her to come out.
I asked him, “Do you see her yet?” He said, “No, Nana, not yet.” We waited for about 5 minutes. I saw the inner door open and her through the outer door. When I asked him if he saw her yet, he said, “Yes yes, there’s Mommy!” The excitement in his voice and in his eyes and his jumping up and down in his car seat was just so precious to watch. I could tell from the giant smile on her face that she was just as excited if not more excited to see him.
He hopped down out of his car seat, opened the back door of the car and ran into her arms. She scooped him up and they cuddled. Then she gathered up the few items that he had brought with him, told me, “thank you, Mom!” and he marched proudly beside her into her building. That little man had so much patience while he waited for that day to come. He knew it would; he just didn’t know when.
When I was quite young, we moved around the world every two – four years. Usually, we would go back to the US once a year to visit relatives. Of course, I always looked forward to the long plane rides, the stewardesses that would always have prizes for me, landing at big airports and watching all the people and finally being able to see my beloved grand parents. The thing about it, though, was sometimes we ended up not being able to go.
When we were told that a trip to the States was coming, all excitement broke loose as I am sure you can imagine. It was truly an adventure. When his “tour” ended, Daddy would tell us we were going home soon. Home ALWAYS meant the good ol’ USA. We didn’t have an actual home to go to because we never stayed long enough stateside to have the time to buy one. When the announcement of our going home happened, the wait began. We had our little preparations to do. There was our stuff, to either pack or give away. There were friends, some of whom we had grown quite close to, to tell goodbye. We would probably never seem them again. All the while, we went about our usual day to day doings.
A date of departure was never carved in stone. Events would come up that mom or dad had to attend to at the office. Sometimes, dad would have to fly somewhere and we would be delayed. We got used to it, but never over the excitement and anticipation of “going home”.
Now I live in my own world, my own home, my own life. However, some things haven’t changed. Even though I go about my own day to day doings, I still have excitement and anticipation of “going home”. And, oh, what a home it will be! The world as we know it will cease to exist.
Rev 21:1 “Then I saw a new heaven and a new earth, for the first heaven and earth had passed away, and the sea was no more.” Isaiah 65:17 “For behold, I create new heavens and a new earth; And the former things will not be remembered or come to mind.”
And how delightful and peaceful this new world shall be! Revelation 21:4 He will wipe away every tear from their eyes, and death shall be no more, neither shall there be mourning, nor crying, nor pain anymore, for the former things have passed away.” 1 Cor 2:9 “ Things which eye has not seen and ear has not heard, and which have not entered the heart of man, all that God has prepared, for those who love Him.”
And, oh, how wonderful will it be to see our Savior and Lord, Jesus! He, who has given so much to and for us, will be there with open arms to embrace us. His smile will radiate deep into our hearts and souls. We will finally be home, the place he promised us. John 14:2-3 In My Father’s house are many rooms. If it were not so, would I have told you that I am going there to prepare a place for you? And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come back and welcome you into My presence, so that you also may be where I am.”
I am a true lover of nature, the one unfallen part of Creation. I am in awe everyday of its beauty, resiliency and peacefulness. It is in a constant state of change, bursting forth its loving arms to all who commune with it. But, in our new world, this beauty will be transformed into its original beauty. The beauty of Eden. I cannot even imagine what it will be like. A totally new earth! I don’t know about you, but I feel just like my grandson. Not knowing when doesn’t take away the excitement. Being on the way means being patient because you know where you are going.
So, each time one of the kids ask me, “Nana, are we almost there?”, I can say to them, “Yes, honey, we are almost there!”