It's good to be home!

I've been on many vacations over my sixty some years.  I've stayed in rat occupied huts and luxurious hotels with terrycloth robes in the closet.  I've seen garbage dumps where people make their homes and the beauty of the Great Wall in China.  

Every time I'm gone away from home something happens somewhere near the middle or end of my trip.  It doesn't matter if the vacation has fancy buffets or rice served on a banana leaf, I begin to long for home.   

I know when I get home that no one is waiting to make my bed or cook my meals, yet there is something in me that longs for the place I call home.  Home is where there is family, friends and familiar surroundings.  It's a wonderful and comfortable's home.  

I hate to admit this, but when I'm away from home there is a mental countdown going on in my head...four more sleeps until I'm home,  three,  two, and finally one.  The night before my trip is bags are all packed, and I'm ready to go.  

The day of departure I arrive at the airport and pray my flight won't be delayed...I'm almost's so close...I can taste it...smell it...see it.  Then finally I open the door and walk into my house and...inhale deeply and exhale slowly.  It's good to be home.

This makes me think of another journey we're all on.  Let's call it "life."   Sometimes life is luxurious and sometimes not so much.  This journey for the most part is not a vacation,   We can't do the mental countdown because we don't know the day or hour this journey will end.  But we do know that this journey won't last forever.  

What then?    

In John 14:2 (NKJV) Jesus promised this.   "...I go to prepare a place for you."

In Philippians 3:20-21 (CEV) version says this:  "But we are citizens of heaven and are eagerly waiting for our Savior to come from there. Our Lord Jesus Christ has power over everything, and he will make these poor bodies of ours like his own glorious body."

In December, we are going to Disney World.  I'm excited to be with family and friends but I know about halfway through I'll be longing for home again, and I can't help but make the comparison to Heaven. 

Someday...someday...we'll all be saying, "It's good to be home!"  


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