Thursday, September 20, 2012

"All I Know Is I'm Not Home Yet~ This Is Not Where I Belong"






It has been a while since I have had a "Grammy Moment"  My little Boston is getting so big. He calls me his friend Grammy. I will be heading out for his third birthday soon. 

I was reading my devotion this morning about Heaven and the song~  Where I Belong  ~keeps playing in my head. It is Boston's favorite song and sometimes I am lucky enough for him to sing it to me on facetime. 




 It seems like everyday I wake up and turn on the news and it is so alarming. How in the world did we get here?~ But that is another post for another time. It just makes me homesick for a country to which I've never been before~ where no sad goodbyes will be spoken~ Beulah Land~ Sweet Beulah Land.  

There will be no death or no more crying. 

Revelation 21:4

King James Version (KJV)
And God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes; and there shall be no more death, neither sorrow, nor crying, neither shall there be any more pain: for the former things are passed away.

It will be a place of great splendor.

Revelation 21:23

King James Version (KJV)
23 And the city had no need of the sun, neither of the moon, to shine in it: for the glory of God did lighten it, and the Lamb is the light thereof.




It will be a place of reunion with those who have gone before us.


1 Thessalonians 4:17

King James Version (KJV)
17 Then we which are alive and remain shall be caught up together with them in the clouds, to meet the Lord in the air: and so shall we ever be with the Lord.

But most of all we will see Jesus ~the Son of God~ the Prince of Peace, The Lion of Judah~ my Savior.

As Boston sings ~ " All I know is I'm not home yet. This is not where I belong. Take this world and give me Jesus"~ in his sweet little voice I am  reminded that one day all the wrongs will be made right.

Taken fron The Daily Bread~ 
Many years ago a doctor made a house call on a dying patient, who asked, “Doctor, what will heaven be like?” The physician paused, trying to think of a helpful reply. Just then they heard the sound of scratching on the closed door of the patient’s bedroom.
“Do you hear that?” the doctor asked. “It’s my dog. I left him downstairs, but he got impatient and came up here looking for me. He doesn’t know what’s in this room, but he knows his master is here. I believe that’s how it is with heaven. We don’t know what it’s like, but we know that Jesus will be there. And really, nothing else matters.”



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