There’s a kind of homesickness I can’t explain.

Not for a house or a city —
but for something deeper.
A nearness. A Presence. A peace that settles in the bones.

“How lovely is Your dwelling place, Lord Almighty.
My soul yearns, even faints, for the courts of the Lord;
my heart and my flesh cry out for the living God.”
— Psalm 84:1–2 (NIV)

I read that — and I don’t just understand it,
I feel it.

Because more than answers,
more than comfort,
more than clarity or resolution —
what I really ache for is God Himself.

To feel close to Him again.
To remember what it’s like to rest in His presence,
not rushing past it
or reaching for it like it’s still far away.
But to dwell in it.

To breathe it in like oxygen for a soul that’s been holding its breath.

Maybe you’ve felt it too.

That quiet pull toward the sacred.
That longing to feel seen,
held,
not alone.

The world offers distractions.
But nothing satisfies that ache like Him.

Not a new chapter.
Not a healed circumstance.
Not even peace in your situation.

The ache you feel?
It’s holy.

Because what your soul longs for most —
is the One who made it.

And He’s not far.
He’s right here, closer than you think.