I love to travel! I have been to every state and to a few other countries. I love flying or road trips. Seeing new places I’ve either read or heard about is one of the things I love about traveling. But my favorite part is coming home.
If I am traveling internationally, the feeling of coming home starts when I get into US air space. Then that feeling increases when I’m back on US soil. Another increase comes with crossing the state line (or air space) on getting back onto that red Georgia clay. It continues to grow as I travel nearer to home, getting larger when I cross the county line. That feeling of coming home continues to grow as I take familiar roads leading me home.
I can hardly describe the feeling of turning onto my road, knowing I’m only moments away from my favorite place in the entire world- home. And then the moment when I turn into my drive way is something that I can’t begin to describe, even with the entire English language at my disposal.
The other night my mom and I were talking about this while looking over some old pictures. And while we were talking the thought hit me, how much more this feeling of coming home will be when we reach our eternal home!
This world is just a shadow of what awaits us. As much as I dread “growing old” I can’t help but think that each day is just another step closer to “going home.” Even though I love where I live I have to remember this isn’t my home but only a place for me to “visit” and to make an impact on before my trip home.
“Do not let your hearts be troubled. You believe in God; believe also in me. My Father’s house has many rooms; if that were not so, would I have told you that I am going there to prepare a place for you? And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come back and take you to be with me that you also may be where I am. You know the way to the place where I am going.” John 14:1-4
Just a pic of where I live
The most beautiful place on earth!
