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.
