This is not our home.

This is not our home.

The past few months, the Lord has been showing me more and more of the destructive nature of sin. Some have been consequences directly related to one’s sin, some have been consequences of Adam’s sin, just the fact that this world is not as it should be. And I am reminded that we are not home.

My heart aches for those hurting.
The friend from elementary who lost her two-year-old in a tragic accident.
The family member who is sprinting away from God.
The young parents who received news that their unborn daughter was dying…and then died.
The happy-go-lucky uncle who finally lost his battle with cancer.

“You keep track of all my sorrows.
You have collected all my tears in your bottle.
You have recorded each one in your book.”

-Psalm 56:8

I am longing for when…
“The time for judging this world has come, when Satan, the ruler of this world, will be cast out.”
-John 12:31

But I am confident in God’s compassion for His children in the midst of suffering.
“For He has not despised or scorned the suffering of the afflicted one.; He has not hidden His face from him but has listened to his cry for help.”
Psalm 22:24

Laura Story’s song Blessings seems to have captured the sentiment of the difficulty of grief while acknowledging that the Lord uses these things even as His mercies to us. It’s hard to think of trials as God’s mercy evidenced.

But I’ve recently been listening to another one of her songs that calms my heart and makes me reach for my Savior and focus my eyes on Him while we await His return.

2 Comments
  • Ruby
    Posted at 14:24h, 19 August Reply

    I’m going to the next club thing with my mom and something I wrote! I want to see Corban!

    • The Redheads
      Posted at 15:21h, 19 August Reply

      I look forward to seeing you! Sadly, Corban’s a little too little for Writer’s Club. ;)

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