My mother has been gone to the other side for a few years now, but there are a few things she repeated throughout my life that have stuck with me to this day. One of her favorite expressions usually with a finger pointed at me was, “Wait till your father gets home!” The days she said those words, I was never looking forward to my father coming home.

But since my heavenly Father (and yours) revealed Himself to me on February 14, 1985, I have been longing for my heavenly Father to fully make His home in my heart. I long to see Him face-to-face. I know that if I shed any tears, they will come not from having my butt whipped – they will be tears of joy! I know I will have joy unspeakable – and so will my mother and father. Home, home at last.