I came as a leper

^{Mark 1:40}And a leper came to Jesus, beseeching Him and falling on his knees before Him, and saying, “If You are willing, You can make me clean.”  Moved with compassion, Jesus stretched out His hand and touched him, and said to him, “I am willing; be cleansed.”
         I have so much in common with this leper.  I too was dying from a deadly disease, and helpless to change it.   I was enslaved to sin, and on my way to eternal death.  When I met Jesus, I knew if He was willing, I could be clean.  Thankfully He was "moved with compassion" and He was willing.  What an amazing God, who when He sees a helpless, decaying, dying leper, He's moved with compassion.  

Happy Birthday Ciela

This is Not My Home

     I seem to always be waiting on something to change, a job, a home, a situation.  I so often find myself unsettled wondering if I will ever arrive at the place were we feel like I am at home. To a place were I am done longing for something else.  I think the reason I am so uneasy here is because I am not of this world.  I will never be quite comfortable in a world that has rejected it's Creator, and scorned it's Savior.  It sometimes gets burdensome to know everything is backwards.  What God calls good, the world hates, and what the world thinks is good God hates. 
     One day, it won't be like this.  Christ said  "In My Father’s house are many dwelling places; if it were not so, I would have told you; for I go to prepare a place for you.  If I go and prepare a place for you, I will come again and receive you to Myself, that where I am, there you may be also."  
    That's when we will finally be at home, because where He is, we will be also.  Christ is my home.  Thankfully, He is with me wherever I am.