My son and I woke up so excited this morning. For some reason, today is the day that the excitement lever in both of us was suddenly pulled down firmly and a heightened sense of hope began to flow through both of us. We are still 9 days (10 days if you count today) away from boarding a plane and heading to Arizona to visit some of my family and friends. It’s been 2 years and 8 months since I have been home. I am looking forward to going home.
It occurred to me again this morning that I have three homes. The home of my childhood, my home now, and my home in heaven. It’s interesting that, as a believer, there is always a stream of hope flowing through me. I wait expectantly to go home to Arizona and for the next nine days I live with that hope. But, what I treasure even more than that feeling, is that underlying confidence that I get to claim 365 days a year!
“We, too, wait with eager hope for the day when God will give us our full rights as his adopted children, including the new bodies he has promised us. We were given this hope when we were saved. (If we already have something, we don’t need to hope for it. But if we look forward to something we don’t yet have, we must wait patiently and confidently.)” (Rom 8:23-25 NLT)