"This world, this world is not my home. This world, this world is not my home. This world is not my resting place. This world, this world is not my home."
It's so easy to get caught up in this life and forget we do not belong here. As Christians, we are only passing through. Don't forget...we're just pilgrims.
I'll never get accustomed to the worlds thinking. I don't have my head in the sand, and neither do I live in a fairy tale world. However, the longer I live the more I feel I do not belong here. Signs of the times are everywhere. The world is not going to get better. Jesus never promised it would, but He did promise He would give us the power and strength to make it through this life with victory. I'm so thankful for His promises.
As each new day dawns I find myself "looking for my blessed hope." Many times I walk outside and look to the skies. You may ask...What do you see? Blue skies, clouds, the sun, birds, maybe an airplane or two. A better question is...What are you looking for? I'm looking for Jesus to come back! Since a child I have been told He's coming and I still believe it today. I'm living my life, not for this life only, but for the life to come.
An old song I've heard and even sung through the years comes to mind: "I'm longing for Jesus to come back. I long for Jesus Christ my King. To come and take me to my home beyond the sky. Up there where angels shout and sing."
Saint of God...LOOK UP! We have a "blessed hope!" One day, we WILL behold Him...in all of His glory!
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