I don’t own anything. When I die, nothing is coming with me.
I know – I check the box ‘own’ when I’m asked about my house but I should really be marking ‘rent’ because my house is not coming with me.
My husband and I ‘own’ the titles to our two cars but they aren’t coming with us, either. Yes, I will be leaving my fun and fabulous Camaro behind.
The Apostle Peter calls me a ‘temporary resident’. 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 by the death of my son 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.