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But I don’t belong here any more than that frog belongs on our wall. My heart knows this fact better than I do, and tugs at me.
This isn’t the place, it whispers. You have another homeland. You’re on sojourn here.
This beloved house and its comforts are illusory. Another place is home. Someday I’ll return, though I don’t know when. And while I enjoy the comforts and challenges of this life, I know that when my visa expires and I attain my eternal home, my heart will say:
This is the place. Relax. You’re home now.
20 For our citizenship is in heaven, from which also we eagerly wait for a Savior, the Lord Jesus Christ; 21 who will transform the body of our humble state into conformity with the body of His glory, by the exertion of the power that He has even to subject all things to Himself.
Philippians 3:20-21 (NASB)
Today I’m linking up with L.L. Barkat at Seedlings in Stone for In, On, and Around Mondays. I do hope you’ll stop by.
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