Temporary Home

Life = drama.

Simply stated, of course. Life has ups and downs and, being a teenage girl, I often feel like its just the end of the world. Its not. It never is. But when that boy doesn't talk to me or when everything seems to be going wrong, I feel like I'm just about to die. Lately, though, God has been putting on my heart just how TEMPORARY my situation here is. Carrie Underwood recently released a song called "Temporary Home" that talks about how this world is just a temporary home, a resting place for us while we wait for Heaven. Victor Irwin, a family friend, is always saying, "Life is a preparation for eternity". I'm going to post that again so the full impact hits you. "Life is a preparation for eternity."How true. One lifetime seems like such a long time to me, and I guess I never realized before that 85 years is nothing compared to eternity. E-ter-ni-ty. Woah. Makes my problems seem pretty small sometimes. Which makes me feel guilty for letting myself sit around and sulk about silly teenage dramas. But it also gives me so much hope! The idea of spending eternity with Christ is so intoxicating to me. I'm so excited. But at the same time, it scares me. And I've come to realize lately, that the fact that I'm scared of death probably means that I'm putting too much stock in this worldly life. THIS place, this home, this life, is not what I'm supposed to be focused on. Jesus has prepared a room for me in my Father's house! And yet I'm more concerned about finding love, purpose, and success here on earth. Those things are important, sure. But they're not why I'm here. I'm here to take advantage of the few precious years I have to spread the word of God and love people like Jesus loves me. I guess its all about the mindset; am I more focused on this life, or on the eternal life that's waiting for me?

As a reference, here's the song I was talking about earlier. It really is wonderful.

Carrie Underwood -- Temporary Home

Little boy, 6 years old
A little too used to bein' alone
Another new mom and dad, another school
Another house that'll never be home
When people ask him how he likes this place
He looks up and says with a smile upon his face
"This is my temporary home
It's not where I belong
Windows and rooms that I'm passin' through
This is just a stop, on the way to where I'm going
I'm not afraid because I know this is my
Temporary Home."
Young mom on her own
She needs a little help got nowhere to go
She's lookin' for a job, lookin' for a way out
Because a half-way house will never be a home
At night she whispers to her baby girl
Someday we'll find a place here in this world
"This is our temporary home
It's not where we belong
Windows and rooms that we're passin' through
This is just a stop, on the way to where we're going
I'm not afraid because
I know this is our Temporary Home."

Old man, hospital bed
The room is filled with people he loves
And he whispers don't cry for me
I'll see you all someday
He looks up and says "I can see God's face."
This is my temporary home,
It's not where I belong
Windows and rooms that I'm passin' through
This was just a stop, on the way
To where I'm going
I'm not afraid because I know this was
My temporary home."

This is our temporary home.