The key to perseverance is keeping your eyes on the goal.
For every Christian, that goal lies just beyond the gates of death.
Our true citizenship is in the only place where we will truly feel at home:
Heaven.
Fr. J. Augustine Wetta, OSB
from his book Humility Rules
Thinking of the notion of home…I’ve thought back to a post I wrote back in 2013..
a post about a simple back door.
Here’s the link…
I’m coming home
I’m coming home
Tell the world I’m coming home
Let the rain wash away all the pain of yesterday
I know my kingdom awaits and they’ve forgiven my mistakes
I’m coming home, I’m coming home
Tell the world that I’m coming
I’m back where I belong, yeah I never felt so strong (yeah)
(I’m back baby)
I feel like there’s nothing that I can’t try
Skylar Grey
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Julie, I read your original post of home ~it brought tears to my eyes. It’s so beautiful. As Christ followers we know we’re only passing through. And you’ve opened a door of remembrance and beauty in truth. Sending love and hugs. 💕
That was written during the time I was newly retired and beginning caring for dad and my step mom—having to begin my care taking–at a house that held and still holds so many difficult memories—so thank you Karla!!!!
You’re welcome, my friend. ❤️🙏🏻
Well said, Julie. It makes me want to cry. I really do love doors, they signify the gateway to a grand adventure, but many of us are on the backside watching the people we care about leave through them.
I know IB—probably why I felt pulled back to offering it again—home seems to be an interesting notion these days and that of what was…
a melancholy time my friend
Those doors you refer to brought back many memories of my own. Especially my waiting father waiting on the other side of the door for me to come home from a date. Thankfully, not with a shot gun. Some of the hardest doors for us to open are our own. Love you, friend❤️
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Love you GW!!!!
Love you too SC!! 🥰
Love that song