#thisworldisnotmyhome
This is the hashtag that the wise Mrs.Swedberg left on a recent blog of mine.
And I am feeling it more and more.
This is not my home.
I enjoy the beautiful sunsets He paints here.
Tonight's was bright pink with a lovely purple!
I was wooed.
I love my solo runs around the neighborhood and how I feel more energized after.
I have cherished the sweet reunions that have happened the past ten days and the many yet to come.
BUT I am growing more and more eager for pure Kingdom living.
This is how my dear friend Brittany put it:
"I want all of my people to be in one place. No goodbyes, no threat of departure, no element of sin, no one missing from the table. All of us. All there. All in Christ."
& "It's already true in Christ." <3
Utter perfection as I hold His gaze and taste the sweetest love ever, resting in His endless grace.
I'm tired of my heart hurting, of sin alluring, of words piercing, of being unable to fully behold
His Majesty.
[Just a glimpse of His splendor]
The two verses that seem to be on replay in my head after being reminded (the hard way of course) of the weight of words:
"Is not life more than food, and the body more than clothing?"
[Matthew 6:25]
I think this has to do with the materialism that seems to saturate the US.
'Isn't life more than stuff??'
&
"The tongue has the power of life and death"
[Proverbs 18:21]
Self-explanatory?
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Thank you all for your prayers!
I have begun the exciting application process for a pediatric nursing residency program over on the east side, so feel free to lift that up, as well as me continuing to transition back to life here
& trying to untangle in my mind what actually happened these past 11 months.
