I don’t own anything. When I die, nothing is coming with me.
I know – I check the box ‘own’ when I’m filling out a form about my house but I should really be marking ‘rent’ because my house is not coming with me. My house is full of stuff I ‘own’ but it’s all staying here when I leave this earth.
The Apostle Peter says, ” Dear friends, I warn you as ‘temporary residents and foreigners’ to keep away from worldly desires that wage war against your very souls.” 1 Peter 2:11.
Peter calls me and you ‘temporary residents’.
I like it!
Living in this world is often disappointing and difficult. It’s confusing and full of conflicts. The moments of joy seem fleeting compared to the problems that hang on forever. When I hear people talk about ‘forever homes’ here on earth, I’m really glad to know that my ‘forever home’ is not here – it’s in a much better place.
The hole left in my life when my son was killed will only be filled in heaven.
So I’m good with my temporary, renting status here on earth. When my lease is up, I’m going home, where I belong…..forever.