I strongly believe in that statement. Riding home with my good friend Molly Van Bibber, the hours flew by with expectation. The 10 hour drive seemed nothing more than just 2 hours. Eager to get home, we didn't even stop for dinner. Home is were the heart is, and mine is definitely in Keene, Texas.
Even though in High School I hated on my hometown a lot, I now see I was being immature. Just because Keene only has two stop lights and every other city has something fun to do (not really. . .) doesn't mean home can't be found there. When I was young, the grass really did look greener everywhere else. Even though it was nice to get a change from Keene when I came to Lincoln, I quickly saw that if the reason I left was to "get away" then something was very wrong. I know now that Union is where I want to get my degree, but Keene is home. And I'm never going to hate on it again. Well, maybe just on its dining opportunities. . .
Either way, I'm reminded that this world is not our home. Jesus knew what He was talking about when He said that where our treasure is our heart is also. If my treasure is not in heaven, then my heart is not there, which means home isn't there either. I really hope I don't hate on heaven just because there are no Batman movies, or no Chicken Express. I want my heart to be in heaven, so that my home will be there too.
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