Longing...

...for home.

Words in a text message shocked me this morning.
A friends of mine's mom found out this week that she has a horrible sickness. I don't know the lady myself...not even her name, but I have been putting her at the feet of my Savior all morning. A Savior who knows her name, agony, and soul.

I have yet to respond to the text message.

I read these words a little while after....

"Heaven is not here, it's There. If we were given all we wanted here, our hearts would settle for this world rather than the next. God is forever luring us up and away from this one, wooing us to Himself and His still invisible Kingdom, where we will certainly find what we are so keenly looking for."

Words from a Stranger.

Its a Saturday morning and I am cleaning my brother's room. Every now and again it needs a good cleaning to make sure no new fungi have grown. I am rewarded nicely by said brother, so no complaints there. As I am going through a mountain of books {a love of reading. one of the many characteristics my brother and I share}, I receive a text message from a friend, "Wanna go grab some lunch?" I reply with an affirmative. She comes by, asks a sister to go along and we get in the car to make the decision as to where to go.
A "quick service" place it is. We order our food, arriving at different times at our said table. It is lunch hour and the place is hopping. I sit next to my friend, my sister sitting across the table. She holds out her hands to both of us, and my friend thanks God for friends and food...two joys of life. Once she finishes, a man sitting at the next table with a lovely lady and three young children leans over and says,

"Thanks for showing my kids that big girls pray too."