I am looking for a place

I am looking for a place....a place so near to the heart of God that He is more real to me than my own thoughts are. I desire to be so immersed in His love that the sorrows of this world pale by comparison. I am on a journey, and I know where it leads, I know what my final destination is and I know what I will find when I get there.....his name is Jesus. The challenge at hand is simply making the journey, accepting the challenges and difficulties along the way, while still keeping my eyes on my final destination. I am not a perfected traveler yet. I am like my children were when they were small asking over and over.....".how long till I get there, Lord". Jason's death and Jerry's illness have made it hard to enjoy the journey. There are most certainly days that are enjoyable, and my children and grandchildren are an endless source of joy to me. And the mere fact that Jerry is still here, still traveling with me, still by my side, still the love of my life....how very thankful I am for the blessings that are mine. But at those times, on those days when the waves of grief flow over me like the waves that crash to the shore on the beautiful sandy ocean beach, I look to the sky and ask..."how long till I get there, Lord". And gently I hear His voice speak to my spirit..."be patient my child, I know your name, I see your pain and I love you ". So I will continue to get up each day, and praise God from whom all blessings flow, and strive to enjoy the journey that is mine, and love the beautiful people that He has put in my life.....but in the stillness of the night, and the calmness of the early morning hours, I find myself listening....listening for the sound of angel wings, and the sound of the trumpet, and looking for the breaking of the eastern sky....and I am ready, ready to go to that place......even so Lord, quickly come.