After all the celebration is over
It's a couple days after Christmas and yesterday we took all of the decorations down. It's not near as fun taking everything down as it is putting all of them up. Even though it takes about the same amount of time.
Kind of like the travel to a destination is way more exciting, typically than the trip home.
Which then makes me think of our last destination or what everything is building up to someday. Our eternal home. Which is similar, but way different. Similar in the sense that there should be a similar longing in our hearts a yearning for that day, like looking forward to a specific date or vacation location. But, different in the sense that once we get there I don't think there's going to be any sense of a drop in excitement once we're there and the waiting is over. There won't be the trip back. There won't be a taking down of decorations. I'm not sure what there will be, but I don't believe the celebration will be over... I believe it will have barely started.
Kind of like the travel to a destination is way more exciting, typically than the trip home.
Which then makes me think of our last destination or what everything is building up to someday. Our eternal home. Which is similar, but way different. Similar in the sense that there should be a similar longing in our hearts a yearning for that day, like looking forward to a specific date or vacation location. But, different in the sense that once we get there I don't think there's going to be any sense of a drop in excitement once we're there and the waiting is over. There won't be the trip back. There won't be a taking down of decorations. I'm not sure what there will be, but I don't believe the celebration will be over... I believe it will have barely started.