not my home

As I was reading this morning I was once again reminded that my life here on earth is not at home. Home for me is heaven, that place that Christ has gone to prepare for me. When you stop and think about that, Christ preparing for me, it blows me away. Questions like, "Why someone like me?" or "Do I really deserve it?", come to mind. It is interesting how we long for such things here on this earth (the temporary), but yet know that (or at least I think we know) eternal things are more important. I have to just keep in mind that I am not home yet and that God has more in store for me to do while here on His earth.
I believe that the beauty we see here on this earth is just a glimpse of the beauty we will experience in heaven. What a day that will be when I step into heaven not because of my own doing, but because of the Cross of Christ.