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Hebrews 11:13-16 Each one of these people of faith died not yet having in hand what was promised, but still believing. How did they do it? They saw it way off in the distance, waved their greeting, and accepted the fact that they were transients in this world. People who live this way make it plain that they are looking for their true home. If they were homesick for the old country, they could have gone back any time they wanted. But they were after a far better country than that—heaven country. You can see why God is so proud of them, and has a City waiting for them.
The giants of faith "accepted the fact that they were transients in this world".
Wow, that really resonated with me. Ever since I moved to Canada, I have been living 'temporarily', moving from place to place, hoping one day to 'not move' again when one day we find a 'home' to call our own.
A yearning to find 'home'. A yearning to at last, 'belong' somewhere.
A place, safe, beautiful, spacious, comfortable.
Here. But really I want to be somewhere warm.
I go to homes and see the 'marks' of the owner, beautiful handcrafted ornaments, pictures, memories.
Wistful.
But these giants of faith were looking for their final destination.
They had no need to 'dig in their heels' anywhere.
They knew where 'home' was.
I need that attitude. To realize that I am passing through, to realize that I am a citizen of heaven.
I can't wait to see the home He planned for me. I will be warmly welcomed, not just tolerated, as I have felt here a lot. I have treasures laid up for me there.
My passport: Jesus.
Sing with me the oldie This World Is Not My Home:
2 comments:
A season ago (really 3 years ago), I spent a lot of time examining the saints listed in Hebrews 11. I came away from that time with a better understanding about my "transient tenure" on this earth. And then, cancer came, and I really took hold of this understanding. If ever there's been a season when I felt temporary and transient, it's now!
Some times, this scares me a little, but my faith (just like the ancients of yesterday) tethers me closely to the heart of God. He is where I'm headed.
Blessings to you for a beautiful weekend.
peace~elaine
Being in a temporary and transient season is difficult especially when you have known a secure and stable one. I had that in Trinidad as a child. I cannot fathom the case of refugees being in that state for all of their lives.
But God does fathom, each of us, our deepest longings, needs, pains, joys. At our 'deepest' is where He meets us.
May He meet you and your husband there this week and cover you with His glory and grace, Elaine.
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