Yet, no matter how thoroughly one moves into one of these temporary lodgings, you never feel at home for long. For most anyway, eventually there comes the feeling that, although everything is perfectly nice and you may enjoy it, it is not yours. Your own bedroom calls to you and the hour is coming when the hotel staff, as sweet as they have been, what you out so that they can prepare the room for someone else. It was homey for a spell, but you no longer belong there. It is time to go where you truly do belong.
That is not too far from our experience as Christians in this world. It is a great place to be. I look out the window and see flowers blooming, the hawks flying by, and clear, blue skies (a rarity as of late.) Sebastian sits at my side, my chair feels comfortable, and the AC is on. But this is only a temporary home. We are visitors on this earth. We have a home and a Father who expects us later (some earlier than others.) So when it is nice we should enjoy it. It is a grand hotel this earth. And when it is rough, well, endure. It is only temporary. Next to eternity, it is barely a blip on the radar screen. When you are done, leave a tip on the dresser and don’t bother packing. It will be taken care of for you. The service here is great.
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