Nelson and I have been searching for a house for several months. We’ve seen crooked floors, shimmery ceilings, and messed up floor plans. It’s been rare to find a gem in this rough, but yesterday we found her– the type of house that you can picture yourself in. A home that needed some updates, but it was almost perfect. So why aren’t we moving on this beauty? Location. The home was perfect. The location was not.
We’ve ridden this rollercoaster of excitement and anticipation more than once. Perfect home ends in disappointment and a need for a lot more patience. It’s a hard ride. I watch Fixer Upper and get excited about all the possibilities, but we can’t really plan or implement anything until we find the character and charm of that specific house we’ll call home. I long for that in a tangible way, and it will happen in time.
Meanwhile, we drive away from another not-quite-it house that had my heart throbbing. In that moment, I feel like the longing I have for a home should be the same feeling Christians have towards their eternal home. Afterall, whatever house we call home will only be temporary. So as this world changes, and as evil seems more prevalent than ever, it is not time to panic. It is time to look forward to with anticipation our forever home.
I have given them Your word; and the world has hated them, because they are not of the world, even as I am not of the world. I do not ask You to take them out of the world, but tokeep them from the evil one. They are not of this world, even as I am not of the world.Sanctify them in the truth; Your word is truth.
As you look forward to your home, stand in the truth and wait with anticipation.