A little piece of heaven
Several years ago the Christian singing group Mercy Me put out a song called “Homesick”. It’s remained one of my favorites, but I have to confess – when I sing that song, which is about heaven, heaven is never what I’m thinking about.
When I sing the lyrics, “if home’s where my heart is then I’m out of place”, I am always thinking about my beloved north woods. That is where my heart is. That is the place that I am homesick for. Is that sacrilegious?
It’s okay, the Lord and I have already talked it over many times. I know the Bible talks about mansions and streets of gold. Me, I’ve never really been a mansion type of girl. I’ve told the Lord I’m perfectly happy with a dirt two-track leading back to a cabin in the woods. Maybe on a quiet lake where I can sit on the porch and watch the early-morning fog rise off the water and listen to the loons call. Yeah, I have a totally different idea of paradise.
When I started this blog I tagged it “Living a life of northwoods adventures” partly because my books are the Northwoods Adventures series, and partly because I plan to blog about our real northwoods adventures in our little corner of northern Michigan. That is where our humble cabin is located, our little piece of heaven on earth. It’s been nearly 5 months since we have been there and I am homesick for it.
The good news – for me anyway – is that my waiting is almost over. In two days we will be heading north, back to my beloved northwoods. I am giddy with excitement at the thought of going “home”. Because, like the song says, I’ve never been more homesick than now.
45 Degrees North 
Is your cabin in the UP or the lower peninsula. It sounds like a familar place to us and brings memories.
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Our cabin is in the lower peninsula, in the tiny town of Atlanta – which is half-way between Gaylord and Alpena. I’ve been going up there my whole life. My parents owned a place there when I was growing up. Dad would haul the horses up there and we would stay for a good portion of the summer, riding the logging trails and power lines. My husband is originally from Virginia, but after we moved back here, I took him up north and he was hooked! We camped up in that area for several years before we were able to purchase a place. It’s very modest and rustic (no hot running water, no phone or internet or t.v.) but it’s where we go to keep our sanity! We get lots and lots of bird activity. The unofficial name of our place is “Chick-a-dee cove” (I even had a sign made, lol) because we get so many chick-a-dees at our feeders. My favorite thing is to sit on the porch with my camera taking pictures of the birds. I’ve gotten some pretty decent shots with my little Kodak easyshare z5010 with a 21x zoom. I’ll probably be looking to upgrade to something better soon. 🙂
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