We went to Grand Teton National Park this past week. As we were flying out of Jackson Hole and over the mountains, there was a LOT of turbulance. I've flown a good bit and am generally not a nervous flyer, but I got scared. I prayed that God would get us home safely (which is basically a prayer that we wouldn't die).
I was almost immediately ashamed of my prayer. It was basically an admission that I wasn't ready to leave my earthly home in exchange for my heavenly home. Why did I want to stay here when there's something better waiting for me?Wesley and I are reading a book called Adopted for Life which is more about how God adopted us than it is about adopting children here, although the two go hand in hand. There is a story in it where the author tells about the day he picked up his two new sons from their aweful orphanage in Eastern Europe where they had very little care and food. As they drove away from the orphanage towards the airport, his two children looked back in the taxi, longing and crying for the aweful orphanage. They were too little to know any better. They didn't realize how much better of a home they were going to.
After I prayed the prayer not to die, I thought of how much like those little boys I was. This world is NOTHING in comparison with my eternal home with my Father in heaven! Shouldn't I be longing for it, instead of longing to make it safely to my temporary home in Alabama?
Thanks for sharing this good word, Ashley. What a great reminder.
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