The one thing that keeps me going and coming back and never letting go.

I hate it here. Im so stinking homesick. Literally and figuratively.  I am Homesick for my home and friends and car and bed in Alabama.

I am homesick for my heavenly home. With each passing day, and experience the sin problem becomes more real and I long for  the day when Jesus comes to rescue us. However I don't let homesickness get me down. I keep going, I always come back and I never let go because I know he will  rescue us, and soon, because he promised.