The almost perfect beauty of a spring day reminds me that at its best, this world is only almost perfect.
The searching, the restlessness, the elusive focal point that my soul longs for reminds me that I'm not quite at home here... that I'm designed for a perfect home.
There will come a day in which I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever. The first day of an eternity of perfect days, of perfect beauty, of perfect peace, of perfect love.
Oh friend, aren't you glad we're journeying home? However long that journey takes us ...we're heading towards home.
The searching, the restlessness, the elusive focal point that my soul longs for reminds me that I'm not quite at home here... that I'm designed for a perfect home.
There will come a day in which I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever. The first day of an eternity of perfect days, of perfect beauty, of perfect peace, of perfect love.
Oh friend, aren't you glad we're journeying home? However long that journey takes us ...we're heading towards home.
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