In his best hours, home, his own sinless home--a home with his Father above that starry sky--will be the wish of every Christian man. He looks around him--the world is full of suffering. He is distressed by its sorrows, and vexed by its sins. He looks within him and he finds much in his own corruptions to grieve him. In the language of a heart repelled, grieved, vexed, he often turns his eye upward! saying, "I would not live always." No, not for all the gold of the world's mines, not for all the pearls of the seas, not for all the pleasures of her flashing, frothy cup, not for all the crowns of her kingdoms--would I live here always. Like a bird about to migrate to kingdoms--would I live here always. Like a bird about to migrate to those sunny lands where no winter sheds her snows, or strips the grove, or binds the dancing streams, he will often in spirit be pruning his wing for the hour of his flight to glory."
Oh, how glorious will our heavenly home be! There will be no fear of thieves, destruction, or sin. How wonderful and praiseworthy! How often do you think of your heavenly home? Won't it be so lovely there singing praises to our glorious and majestic God?
I just had to share this quote with you today. I pray it gets your thoughts stirred about our future home--heaven. We never know when He will take us home. May we live each day as if it is our last and keep our eyes fixed on our heavenly home.
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