When We All Get to Heaven

After a long four days, I am home. Home to my chair, my bed, my kitchen, my coffee mug. Home to my sweet guys who missed me. It’s not that where I was, was a bad place. It just wasn’t home.

HOME.

My earthly home brings comfort and relief from the wearying world. Can you imagine our real home? There is a deep and real longing in my heart for my my real home. My heavenly home.

Going to leave it at that. I’ve got some catching up to do.

Peering through that dark glass,

Julie

~ by throughadarkglass on March 20, 2014.