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Looking for a country of my own. Hebrews 11:14

Restless, always dreaming of being somewhere other than here.  This is how I feel most of the time.  I dream of leaving on a plane, I know where ever it goes it has to be better than just being here. I know that I will never feel content to just stay here and never go anywhere else. I also know that this world isn't it. No matter where I go or where I live I'm always going to feel out of place just a little bit off. I lived in Colorado for six years and even there in such a beautifully sunny land I felt disconnect restless. The writer of Hebrews writes:

[13] All these people were still living by faith when they died. They did not receive the things promised; they only saw them and welcomed them from a distance, admitting that they were foreigners and strangers on earth. [14] People who say such things show that they are looking for a country of their own. [15] If they had been thinking of the country they had left, they would have had opportunity to return. [16] Instead, they were longing for a better country---a heavenly one. Therefore God is not ashamed to be called their God, for he has prepared a city for them.       -Hebrews 11:13-16 NIV

The country that my heart longs for is the one in which I am always and forever in the presence of my Creator and God and where I and the people who are his church are with each other completely, wholely.  I don't exactly know all the details of Gods country, but I know that it doesn't seem like I'm there yet.  

As I sit here thinking about the idea of not being home yet or not being content to just be here. Part of who I am is the desire to travel,to explore,to discover, things and experiences I have not yet.  Maybe in Gods country, where we his people become eternal, where time has no end, traveling and exploreing his country will be like nothing we have ever known. :)



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