"The Ache For Home Lives In All Of Us."
~ Maya Angelou
I woke a few years ago to a phone call from the brother of my good friend Bill Lovell; a 90+ year old gentleman I first met while delivering Meals on Wheels in Winnsboro 10 years earlier. He had passed away in his sleep the night before I received the call.
I was overjoyed.
Since losing his wife years ago, he had lived alone. It's harder for a man to live alone than a woman, you know.....they usually don't live as long as Bill did without a wife by their side. And Bill, whose sight had long gone and hearing not too far behind.....had lived a lonely life since his wife passed and ached to be with her once again.
My memory of Bill is of him standing in the driveway of his neon yellow frame house in Winnsboro with his dog Bullet by his side. He was waiting for me....for anyone really....to visit with. He was waiting for that hug we shared. And he never failed to say, "Can you sit for awhile and talk?"and then would hand me a ziplock bag of pecans he had picked earlier that morning.....cause he felt he needed to "give back". I hated pecans....but I never told Bill that.
He never looked back in his life with regret. He always looked forward.....forward to Mondays....forward to visiting friend-to-friend....forward to giving me a trinket off his shelf with an inch of dust on it.....and most of all, forward to going Home.....Home to his wife and his beloved Savior.
And that day......Bill's dreams came true.
"For this world is not our permanent home;
we are looking FORWARD to a home yet to come."
Hebrews 13:14
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