“And I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever.” Psalm 23:6

There’s no place like home.

There’s nothing like coming down highway 80 between Montfort and Livingston.
I can see cornfields on both sides of the road stretching out to the horizon.
I cross the railroad tracks and see the farm buildings in the distance.
I approach the stand of cottonwood trees that line the yard.
I hear the sound of the gravel driveway under the tires.

I half expect to see my mom in the kitchen window, doing dishes.
Or my dad pulling the gate to the barnyard closed and walking up toward the house.

Of course, I don’t live there anymore
and my parents have been gone for many years.
The railroad track has been removed
and some of the cottonwood trees have fallen.
But I can go there in my mind.
Home.

There’s no place like Home.

There is nothing like the place that is being prepared for me.
I will see astounding beauty stretching into all eternity.
I will cross over the river and catch sight of a glittering city.
I will approach the parade line of welcoming saints.
I will hear the sound of my Savior’s voice saying, “Well done.”

Then, I fully expect to see Mom and Dad and Grandpa and Boppy and Grandpa and Grandma and all those who are joyfully going about the business of heaven.

Of course, I don’t know half of what is waiting for me there.
More than I can imagine.
But I can go there in my mind.
Home.

David knew it was true.
One day, he would dwell in the house of his Lord forever.
That was the best way for David to end his psalm.
It’s the best way for us to close every day.

This world is not my home, I’m just a passing through. ~Jim Reeves

*Coming next: Day 15 — a final thought on Psalm 23!