This began a stream of thought over all the moves I have made in the last six plus years.
I had only moved a handful of times in my entire life and spent thirty years in this home where we raised our family. Since moving from this house, I have lived in four different places in six plus years. Each move always had one thing in common---I was always trying to make a home.
From my first house alone in Ruston to my current house--one street over from the first one with the same house number, I seem to have made a complete circle. Moving to Fort Worth I first lived in an apartment on the edge of the TCU campus, I could not wait to move into the bungalow.
I actually lived in the bungalow almost 4 years. One thing in common in every place I have lived --I am always trying to make a home.
I have found earthly contentment almost every place I have lived, but there is a certain restlessness I cannot seem to shake. Rolling this around it occurred to me perhaps my "True Home" will not be found on this terrestrial ball. Although Ruston has seemed like home and I am enjoying my home here, there is still this quality of something is missing.
I recently saw the movie, "Same Kind of Different as Me", Denver addressed all of us being homeless here in this world. He acknowledged we will only truly "be home" when we enter the world after this one. Our true eternal home will be found when we are welcomed into the presence of the Most High God.
For now---it is all temporary--and certainly fleeting---but the best home is yet to come...
For this world is not our permanent home;
we are looking forward to a home yet to come.