Last updated on January 19, 2023
I’ve been doing a bit of musing and wanted to share a quick little nugget with you that has refreshed my soul.
I sat on my couch recently, thinking through all the life things that one thinks through in a rare moment of silence. Looking around at my home, I considered how dearly I love and am thankful for it.
Our family has moved seven times since my husband and I married in 2006. Of all the homes in which we’ve lived, this one captures my heart the most.
My view from the couch.
Sitting there, thanking God for the blessing of open windows with bug screens (praise the LORD in this Tennessee spring!), the multitude of birds chirping outside, and my first real vegetable garden taking root, an old hymn from my childhood church experience came to mind.
“This world is not my home
I’m just a-passing through.
My treasures are laid up
somewhere beyond the blue.
The angels beckon me
from heaven’s open door,
and I can’t feel at home
in this world anymore.”
I sang it aloud, alone in my living room, in communion with my God who was with me in that quiet space. As I did, it struck me anew that this beautiful home I love is only my temporary resting place. There is a place being prepared for me that is perfectly designed by the Love of my life to be all that I need, all that I want, and all that He wants for me.
“Don’t let your heart be troubled. Believe in God; believe also in me. In my Father’s house are many rooms; if not, I would have told you. I am going away to prepare a place for you. If I go away and prepare a place for you, I will come again and take you to myself, so that where I am you may be also. You know the way to where I am going.”
John 14:1-4 CSB
Oh, how I long for that place. I hope there’s a cozy reading nook in a corner with a chair built for comfort and bookshelves of masterful workmanship holding collections of writings from the most amazing creative minds God created throughout time.
It is such a good and wholesome thing to be reminded that this worldly home, that it is okay for me to love as a gift from my Father, is fleeting. It causes me to want to treasure whatever time I have left with it and with the people in it, understanding that there will come a time when God calls me to let it go.
I will enjoy its abundance to the fullest measure for as long as He allows me to have it. Always being careful to remember that this world is not my home. Simply a resting place along the way. I’m just passing through.
I have greater treasures stored up in Heaven, where the door is open and the inheritance of my Father calls to my soul.
“Don’t store up for yourselves treasures on earth, where moth and rust destroy and where thieves break in and steal. But store up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where neither moth nor rust destroys, and where thieves don’t break in and steal. For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also.
Matthew 6:19-21 CSB
Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ. Because of his great mercy he has given us new birth into a living hope through the resurrection of Jesus Christ from the dead and into an inheritance that is imperishable, undefiled, and unfading, kept in heaven for you.
1 Peter 1:3-4 CSB
Will you sing the last stanza with me?
“Just up in Glory Land
we’ll live eternally.
The Saints on every hand
are shouting victory.
Their song of sweetest praise
drifts back from Heaven’s shore
And I can’t feel at home
in this world anymore.”
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