This world is not our home

This phrase, "this world is not our home" popped up in my head as I thought about a foster girl this morning who this next weekend will be moving to another home.

I believe she's 6. And it's very unlikely she'll be back with her biological parents and we hope that she'll be able to stay with the foster parents that she is now moving to, from another set of foster parents. The hope is she and her other sister will be adopted by this new family.

But I had to think in this situation and many like this, home is not a place that's necessarily comfortable or happy. It's probably confusing. You don't know if will stay the same or change again. You don't know if you'll sleep in the same bed again or not or even if the people you'll be with will stay the same. It feels very broken and can look really hopeless.

And I was reminded by my wife last night that we live in a fallen world and things aren't all going to work out perfectly, for those that believe in Christ as well as for those that don't. This should make all of us long for our real home and point us to Christ. A place where there is no brokenness. Where there are no tears, no pain. Where all will be made right.

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