This World is Not My Home....

Many years ago, when I was a teenager, my dad and others would sing a song called: This World is Not My Home. 

As I sit watching the morning light rising up over my little patch of the world, I recall some of it. "I am just passing through. If heavens not my home, Oh Lord what will I do?"  And I think back to all the years that have gone by. Those early years that as I grew, I didn't really contemplate where life might take me.

Just trying to find my way and struggling as many young people do. And then later, meeting my husband and thinking ahead about how much fun it would be to settle down and have a family. Of course, I had no realistic idea of doing that, because after all it was going to be fun playing house. 

But then, once married, the babies started coming but so did the bills and drinking problems. It wasn't long that I realized that this so-called playing house, wasn't fun at all.

Years later after getting serious with the God that I met as a child, life did get better. We had four beautiful children and I am so thankful for that.  No matter what we had gone through, God had been there. Sometimes it didn't feel like He was. But He was.

 I am thankful to have woken up this morning to appreciate another day in His world. He gives us rest at night, but He also breathes His life into us each day to get us up and do those things He wants us to do.

But one day that will stop for each of us. For this world isn't our home. We are just passing through. My dad singing that song so many years ago bring a new kind of memory today, because it means I am so much closer to getting there and I sometime wonder how many more stops Lord? How many more stops do I make before I reach my for real home. How many? 

Now lest you think I am wanting to hasten my trip or cut this one short, don't worry. I am just waiting for God's timing. 

And in the mean time? 

I am glad that I can truthfully say, heaven is my home. And because of what Jesus did for me so many eons ago, on the cross, I can travel through the rest of my life having the peace of God, that I will get there. To my home in heaven, where I will reside with Jesus and my family that have already arrived at their own destinations, forever.

Can you say that as well? I hope and pray so. God's arms are open wide. Waiting for all that will , to come to Him. All we have to do is accept His invite. 

Thanks for coming by today, Friends. Have a blessed day