Home!!!

Heaven is my true home.  Yes, I must enjoy my life here - but it is as though I have left my true home - heaven - to go for an outing at the park.   I enjoy it at the park but I don't live there.  The park is NOT my home.  My home is in my father's house.  My life as I know and live it on earth is not my true abode.  It's not even my true country.

Here, as I live out the days given me to visit and enjoy God's creation and life I sometimes get bogged down in the here and now of life and tend to lose sight of my true home.   I find I have desires, longings, attractions, even cravings within and too often think those 'things' are what I want, even need.  But I'm coming to believe they are the false enticements made by my greatest adversary, Satan, to try and derail my faith in Christ.  As a human creature I am very much tied to the physical and emotional aspects of my humanity.  I have to learn to know and grow in the spiritual aspects of being a child of the true and only King of all creation - My LORD Jesus Christ.  I have to lay hold of, in faith, the vision of my true home, and grow to know my LORD

Loved and Chosen

Why did God create me so that no act of mine can earn for me a place or position in Him?   It is all based on God's love for me, and having made a way for me to enter into that love - to be filled up with his love in me, and his love in me is the love I am able to give back to him.

But why, why me?  A truth yes, but so very difficult to comprehend.  I get  glimpses - it's like an iceberg peak, just breaking the oceans surface, where the size of the body lies almost all hidden from sight.  But when I get to the peak, and reach out to hold onto it, I find my feet are solidly planted and secure in God's love.

God's word declares I was chosen in Him before the creation of the World.

Ephesians 1:4  Even as he chose us in him before the foundation of the world, that we should be holy and blameless before him.

 Also, Psalm 139:13-16    For you formed my inward parts:  you knitted me together in my mother's womb.  
I praise you for I am fearfully and wonderfully made.  Wonderful are your works.  (Me? Wonderful? WOW)  my soul knows it very well.
My frame was not hidden from you,  when I was being made in secret, intricately woven in the depths of the earth.  
Your eyes saw my unformed substance;
In your book were written, every on of them,   the days that were formed for me, when as yet there was none of them.

I find this all so big.  I have to believe it because I believe what God says. Yet still I find the question - me?  And I hear the reply YES, you.
This is also true for all drawn to the LORD of Glory, Creator, King, Mighty God.

Songs of Joy, clothed with gladness

Psalm 65: 8b  (NIV)  Where morning dawns and evening fades you call for the songs of  joy.

Psalm 65:  12b (NIV) Hills clothed with gladness.

I love the pictures these two sentences create in my mind.   Both pictures are created with and leave me filled up with gaiety and delight.