Not my home

I was taking a drive out in the country two days ago. Wind blowing in my hair. Sweet smell of the crops in the air. Sun setting before me. And my favorite song from the album I was listening to was playing, 'Where I Belong', by Switchfoot. As I listened to the lyrics, it was clear that I had lost the reality that this is not my home. I am just passing by.

So caught up in this present life with all of its challenges and chaos that come my way, but also the joys and celebration that this world has to offer. Weddings, Anniversaries, Births, Vacations, and all the different Seasons in their Glory. Yes. When life is good, my vision is on the pleasures and not of my Home to come. Where I will live forever with my Creator.

On the days that are rough with pain, sorrow, and heartache, my vision becomes blurred with the here and now as well. Forgetting where my strength truly comes from. My Savior. God Almighty. Who Was, Is, and Forever will be. He is my rock on which I stand. My fortress in the storms of trial and adversity. Revelations 22:12-16, so boldly declares, "Behold, I am coming soon!...I am the Alpha and the Omega, the First and the Last, the Beginning and the End....I am the Root and Offspring of David, and the bright Morning Star." AMEN!

Today I proclaim, "This body is not my own. This world is not my home....When I reach the other side I want to look You in the eye and know that I arrived in a world where I belong." ~ Switchfoot