This post has been swimming around in my head for awhile. Here are some of the snapshots of when and where I’ve thought about this.
I think it all started back in October. We went back to Denver for a friend’s wedding, and as we were driving home, I remember thinking, I just want to stay. What was I thinking wanting to move to Gallup? I was making plans in my head for moving back, but, we didn’t. Since then, I’ve been back to Denver four times. Each time, I think it’s gotten a little easier to say goodbye. This last time I was longing to get back to Gallup, to see my friends in Gallup, to be where I was supposed to be.
Today, Kaylynn, Jill, and I took a ride with my grandparents out to the Strob. Kaylynn and I walked up the road to the house together. I was taking in the familiar sights, and smells, missing living out there. And, I realized, somewhere along the way, part of me became a country girl. I LOVE it out there! Don’t get me wrong, I like to be close to town, but the high desert country calls to me. It’s beautiful, amazing artwork by the ultimate designer.
In March my grandpa went to be with Jesus. I am a grandpa’s girl for sure. Growing up, I spent almost every weekend at my grandparent’s house. My grandpa was the cause of the first pregnancy tears I ever cried, just because I missed him. My grandpa, and my grandad have a special place in my heart.
People say home is where the heart is. It’s true, home is where the heart is. And, as I contemplate this, I see, my home is all over the place. My heart is in Colorado, New Mexico, California, North Carolina, all over the east coast, Canada, England, and even in Mozambique. It’s with the people I love.
Now, I realize, this world is not my home, I’m just an alien. And, I understand why God tells us to store up our treasures in heaven. So, that’s what I’m going to live for, I’m going to store up my treasures in heaven. I’m looking forward to the reunion with my grandpa, the baby Rob and I lost, and everyone who will join me there. But, most of all, I look forward to meeting Jesus face to face. To knowing and seeing my creator and savior, so much better than I can here on earth.
- This world is not my home, I’m just passing through.
My treasures are laid up somewhere beyond the blue.
The angels beckon me from Heaven’s open door
And I can’t feel at home in this world anymore.
- -Albert E. Brumley