Recently, Jenny and I grabbed a chance of a lifetime when we were invited by brother, Craig, and sister-in-law, Kay, to join them on an extended vacation to Europe. The primary reason for this summer trip was to attend our niece’s (bride Jillian and groom Jacob the Swede) wedding in Lund, Sweden.
I hope to share more with you on later posts. We visited with many people and were invited to homes of the groom’s family. Their hospitality and generosity to us and our family were over-the-top.
The customs from city to city and country to country were quite noticeable. Of course the languages were so enjoyable to listen to; hand gestures were especially eye-catching (Italy) and their looks were quite distinguishable from place to place. I loved it! I loved seeing God’s creative hand in all of our travels. I loved seeing the tall, blonde Swedes who ride their bikes from place to place,
the Italians on their buzzing Vespas and I loved hearing the jolly Irish people talk their Gaelic language with a hearty laugh and song. I loved seeing the tall, broad Danes with their youthful round faces and rosy cheeks. Everywhere we went, we loved their friendliness and their food! 🙂
And yet I noted many similarities between SW Iowa/Midwest farm land and the places we journeyed. Fields of corn, soybeans, wheat and alfalfa hay were viewed.
Cattle and sheep were pastured.
And this made me think of home.
Brown eyed Susans and roses and phlox were in bloom. Gardens were full of vegetables…beets, tomatoes, onions, and beans.
Home. Just being away for a little while made me realize how very precious my home is.
A little place on this planet to call home looks different to folks across the globe.
From quite simplistic to extravagant,
most everyone can point to a spot on the globe to call home.
And as I traveled and saw many different types of homes, terrains, people groups, I took so much comfort in the fact that my Heavenly Father was watching over us as we were so far from home—the place I needed to get back to.
It was so good to come home….to the comforts that are mine.
My wonderful husband,
my awesome family,
my pillow and bed, my little table and chair where I sit and read my bible and view the outdoors, my flowers,
my back yard, my routine, my friends, my church, my community, my foods, my………….HOME. How precious my home is. How precious are these gifts the Lord has given me that are so easily taken for granted.
And when this life comes to an end, and it will, just as sure as the sun rises and sets, I will move to yet another home. My permanent home, heaven. A home where the Lord Jesus is preparing for me a place, even as I write. (You can view it for yourself as you read about it in the book of Revelation, chapters 21 and 22.) A home where there will never be darkness….only day…..all the time. A home where all will be happy to be with Jesus and worship Him, the King. A home with no weeds to continually work on, no hay fever…………….no cancer. No more will sin and the effects of sin abound. An eternal perfect home.
Some think heaven is a fairy tale. It’s not. For those who place their trust in Jesus Christ as Rescuer from their sin, Redeemer from their sinful state, and Savior, we will be free to live in total peace and tranquility for eternity. “What Foolishness!”, I used to think. “Foolishness” many declare today. Yet God’s word is TRUTH. In reading Romans 2, it clearly points out the foolishness of man for choosing to think for themselves without of thought of their Creator who has planned out our lives, knows our beginning and the number of hairs on our heads. His plan for our individual eternal lives is breathtaking.
I love the Roman Road, which is fully explained in the link below, if you are at all interested in having a personal relationship with your Creator.
His LOVE amazes me! His planet amazes me, and I’ve only viewed a teeny bit! The omnipotent God has always wanted to be your best friend and Father.
It’s good to be back home. 🙂