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This World Is Not My Home


We took a “girls” day recently. We shopped, laughed and just enjoyed a day away. Then we stopped at Hobby Lobby. Walking down the home décor aisles, my heart was lifted. The beautiful things around me were like fresh spring air after a long winter.

My feelings couldn’t be contained. “Ahhhh! My heart feels like it’s at home!” I took a deep breath to drink it all in. Sigh. If it weren’t for Dave (Ramsey, that is), my cart would have been full with all the wonders my eyes beheld.

In a world of sin and decay, our hearts long for home. Home. The word stirs up warm fuzzy feelings for most of us, whether it’s the place we grew up or the place we’ve created as adults. Home. Ahhhh! Sigh. Its where we are accepted. Loved. Comfortable. Where we belong.

Zephaniah 3:20
“At that time I will gather you;
at that time I will bring you home.
I will give you honor and praise
among all the peoples of the earth
when I restore your fortunes
before your very eyes,”
says the Lord.

When we see the spiritual decline in a nation that once honored the Lord, it saddens our hearts. It seems this moral mess is beyond repair. And the daily struggle to not get sucked in is exhausting. We long for home. Reminds me of an old song we used to sing….

This world is not my home I'm just 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.

We don’t belong here. We were made to live with God. Made to enjoy and freely praise Him. Made for that relationship.  But until departure time, we must endure, persevere and keep our sights on Home.

What things make you long for home?


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