I have always been of the mind set that home is a place. Like my parents house was home, Ohio was home, here in Michigan is home.
I recently recognized that some folks say "I stay at my parents house, or I stay in Ohio", you get the drift.
I think they are more correct. Home is not my house. Home is absolutely where those I love dwell.
Peace and love are found in the arms of family and friends.
But every now and than, I get an unrest in my soul and I long for more than family or friends can deliver.
Some day we will be home.....really home,
but not now. Now we have a job to do. To be that follower of Jesus that will give those around us a small taste of what heaven is like.
They should see heaven in me, in you.
What a thought! We are ambassadors, yes you have all heard that before, but have you really thought about what that means?
It means when people are with me I represent heaven. A place of peace, confidence, enjoyment, love, rest, knowledge, worship, kindness, holiness......