Today for some reason I feel the difference more than ever between the world in which we live and the longing for the world that is to come.   I so desperately wish to be home.  Not my house on Britt Rd, not even the place my parents live in Madison.  I want to be in Heaven with my maker.  I desire to be in His presence.  That would mean no more tears, no more pain, and praise God no more sin.  

I wish the youth we minister to here would see the difference between the world in which they and I live and the world of promise.  I wish homework, sports, girlfriends, boyfriends, popularity, and everything else would be put into its rightful place: somewhere towards the bottom.  How little these things will matter in eternity!  

God help me and give me the strength to live here in this land until you call me home.  God enable me to communicate my dissatisfaction with this life and help it to be understood by the ears it falls on.  

I know God has purpose in keeping me here.  I understand quite well that I am to fulfill whatever God has for me on this Earth.  I hope that I can humbly meet every challenge He allows to come my way.  I pray that those around me would understand that this world is not the best God has to offer us.

This is not our home!  Praise God.