Sometimes I feel lost

He has made everything beautiful in its time. Also, he has put eternity into man’s heart, yet so that he cannot find out what God has done from the beginning to the end. Ecclesiastes 3:11

Sometimes I feel lost. Not so much waking up on the wrong side of the bed, but on the wrong side of eternity. I feel, to borrow from John Moreland, “homesick for a home I’ve never had.”

The Welsh have a word for that. Of course, they do—they’re the only people who can make a shopping list sound like a hymn, lifting the most mundane mix of words into melodies that attract cherubim. I think the muses were born from the springs of Welsh valleys. Anyway, the word is hiraeth. It means homesickness, but it’s more than that. It speaks to an ache for something both familiar and estranged—something, someone, or someplace that perhaps never even existed. You know exactly what I mean.

Sometimes I feel like that.