Eyes Upon Jesus

Psalm 15: Homesick for Heaven

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This past week has left me weary with sorrow. The air is heavy with hate, violence, and loss that I don’t even have the energy to think of other things to write about.

I want to go home.

“Who may enter Your presence on Your holy hill?” ~Psalm 15:1

Psalm 15 paints a picture of that home where God dwells and the godly prevail. I long for that sanctuary. That holy hill.

A hill where truth is safe, where words are kind, where neighbors gather, and where humanity is healed.

Reading this Psalm today, I feel homesick.

Not just for peace on earth, but for the day when Christ will gather us to Himself. When hate has no dominion over hearts and people will not “harm their neighbors or speak evil” (Psalm 15:3).

Until then, we walk the pilgrim road. We keep our hearts steady. We speak truth. We do good and refuse to trade kindness in for cruelty.

We lean into the promise that one day violence will be silenced, death will be undone, and home will be more than the grief that haunts us now.

Songs for seasons such as this:

Homesick for Heaven by Phil Wickham

“I want to see my children run to Your arms, and worship the Savior Who wears my scars. There’s an ache in my heart. I’m homesick for Heaven.”

Heaven On My Mind by TobyMac and Forrest Frank

“When this world’s behind me, and we see it’s all true, you’ll know where to find me.”

Mansions by Anne Wilson

“When the world gets heavy, weighed down by the troubles of this life, I look up to the clouds and daydream about that sweet by and by.”

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About Me

My name is Nikki. I’m a suburban transplant who now lives a quiet life where morning light spills over pastures and the scent of cow manure fills the air. Between taking care of the home, tending to animals, and nurturing my garden, I’m learning over and over again to lift my eyes up and let God’s grace take over.

Here, I write about the beauty and ache of the everyday moments and ordinary days, about faith that takes root, and about a Savior who meets us in both the noise and the stillness. My prayers is that each story or reflection will point to Jesus so that you, dear reader, will find Him in the middle of your own everyday and ordinary moments.

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