More set-up today after the move to Oak Manor.  God was unsurprisingly, shockingly gracious.  Things fell into place right and left, directed by His sovereign hand.  I’m currently sitting in my new office.  An undeserved blessing to an ill-deserving sinner.  To study the Word of God in a private, quiet room with air conditioning and a myriad of books behind me to help me understand the one Book – there are no words.

We are settling in, but, I pray, not settling in.  Must purpose to make this a mindful mantra: “This is not my home.  This is not my home.  This is not my home.”  My, how quickly comfort sets in for the weary sojourner.  No, nothing wrong with enjoying the blessings.  In fact, it’s very right to enjoy them lest we keep the receipt to God’s gifts and attempt to return them out of false, stoic humility.  Nevertheless, this is temporal and not eternal, perishable and not imperishable, shakeable not sure, contingent not ultimate.  “This is not my home.”  Settle in, but don’t settle in.

“All these died in faith, without receiving the promises, but having seen them and having welcomed them from a distance, and having confessed that they were strangers and exiles on the earth.  For those who say such things make it clear that they are seeking a country of their own.  And indeed if they had been thinking of that country from which they went out, they would have had opportunity to return.  But as it is, they desire a better country, that is, a heavenly one.  Therefore God is not ashamed to be called their God; for He has prepared a city for them.”   – Hebrews 11:13-16

O, hasten the day!