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Thursday, September 13, 2012

This World is Not my Home

This morning I put the following status on my Facebook wall:

 A good reminder when we get to liking the "world" too much. But the promise at the end makes it all worth it! : "Do not love the world or anything in the world. If anyone loves the world, the love of the Father is not in him. 16 For everything in the world—the cravings of sinful man, the lust of his eyes and the boasting of what he has and does—comes not from the Father but from the world. 17 The world and its desires pass away, but the man who does the will of God lives forever." 

 One sweet friend had the following comment, which made me think: 

 I've been wondering lately, Lori...if maybe God sends "not so good stuff" into our nation, to keep His children FROM loving this world too much. It's hard to feel at hom down here when our nation is the way it is.  So the bad stuff really many be a blessing in disguise from God. 

 Doesn't that make you think, too? Perhaps that is exactly what God is doing! 

 Here was my next comment response: 

 That's a good thought and just might be why.I know after hearing of the killings (Cairo, Egypt) yesterday, it sure makes me feel different!  I do believe that God is in control, even if it doesn't make sense to us. Sometimes in the day to day "stuff" I forget it, though. 

So this morning, the song, "This World Is Not My Home" has been on my mind.  We shouldn't feel at home in this world!  But sometimes we do.And perhaps God does give us unsettling things in our lives so we don't get too comfortable here. I'll leave today's thoughts with you - ending with the lyrics to this song:

 This world is not my home I'm just passing through
my treasures are laid up somewhere beyond the blue
the angels beckon me from Heaven's open door
and I can't feel at home in this world anymore.
O Lord you know I have no friend like you
if Heaven's not my home then Lord what will I do?
the angels beckon me from Heaven's open door
and I can't feel at home in this world anymore.


My savior pardoned me and now I onward go
I know He'll take me through though I am weak and poor
and I can't feel at home in this world anymore.
O Lord you know I have no friend like you
if Heaven's not my home then Lord what will I do?
The angels beckon me from Heaven's open door
and I can't feel at home in this world anymore. 


Just up in Glory Land we'll live eternally
the Saints on every hand are shouting victory
their song of sweetest praise drifts back from Heaven's shore
and I can't feel at home in this world anymore
O Lord you know I have no friend like you
if Heaven's not my home then Lord what will I do?
the angels beckon me from Heaven's open door
and I can't feel at home in this world anymore.

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