I was absolutely exhausted when I got home from Relevant. Seriously wiped. All the same, there was no rest for the weary until night two of my homecoming. I turned into bed very early, and somewhere in the limbo between waking and sleeping I awoke to the house shaking and a horn blaring. I sat bolt upright in bed and yelled “JESUS!!!”
I thought I was going home, y’all. FOR REAL. Alas, it was just a train.
You may stop laughing.
In that moment I was so ready to go to Heaven, probably because I truthfully feel like I just don’t belong here. Allow me to explain….
I read (operative word because we don’t have cable) a LOT of news. I am slightly addicted. It seems that every time I pick up the computer I go right to a news site. This is not a good habit. The more I read, the worse the news seems to get.
When you read a lot of bad stuff you start to have certain inclinations. You look around at the world you live in and you wonder “What am I doing here?”
It shouldn’t surprise me that I feel out of place, because I don’t belong here.
The world around holds nothing for me. I like it, don’t get me wrong. My little E is here, and so is my sweet husband, so I am quite contented to hang around for awhile. All the same, I know I am not kept here because there is something else for me in it, I am kept here because He can use me somehow in it.
As a Christian I know that the more I become like Christ the less I am like the world (ideally). It only makes sense that I would be anxious to get back to the one who made me. Truly, I am now a visitor from a far country, waiting for the day I get to go back home.
One day I know that it won’t be a train whistle, and I seriously can’t wait for that day.