Only plastic and in pieces,
but precious for the little heart which sees a castle.
The ideals of the daily can turn anyone’s attitude in favor or against the places people abide.
Yet we know even for the wealthy, who reside in grand comfort beyond the imaginations of the average, it is only temporary.
We know marble floors and polished silver are simply beauty of the moment.
The things in this lifetime rarely make it farther than a few hundred years.
Exceptions to every rule, the pyramids are older, but who wants to live there?
Log cabins or three story houses or apartments or trailers,
or castles all have the same flaws.
Eternity will rot each one.
Yet while the life is lived on earth each one has the responsibility to tend to their abode with care and stewardship.
To be thankful for what has been given instead of coveting that which wasn’t.
To be skillful with using even the simplest of homes to be hospitable.
To create a place for the family to reunite, refresh, and return to the calling of each day.
While doing all of this remembering continually the palace of the Father will never rot.
The gold crowns never tarnish. Rev.4:4
The sea of glass never crack. Rev.4:6
When the soul really does enter into heaven the tiny span of years and toil and trial and loss will be as but a mist.
My home is in heaven, where Jesus has promised a place for those called children of God. He paid for it with His blood and I have accepted the sacrifice to die that I might live.
How about you?
patientlyhopeful 