I am busy. Just like everyone else in this world. And oftentimes I would rather just go home and relax instead of working, doing homework, going to the grocery, or whatever other task I have to complete that I could spend hours complaining about. But going home is not an option for me most of the time.
All that will be changing at some point in the future, though. I get so caught up in this life that I think that my home is the little two-bedroom apartment that Justin and I live in. That's what I so often want to go home to. But that isn't my home. My real, true, eternal home is Heaven. And with every passing second, I am getting closer to the time that I can really go home. Forever.
So, the little mindless tasks that I have to complete daily seem minute when compared to eterninty. And I must continually remind myself that I am almost home.
