I haven't unpacked or put anything away since I've been home. I'll be leaving again on Friday so I'll just have to pack everything up again. I don't like living out of a suitcase, but it will have to do. All of my stuff just gathers in my bathroom or on the floor in my room. Sometimes I have trouble finding things :)
Right now, I am home temporarily. I can't wait for summer break, when I will be home for a longer period time; then I'll put every thing away.
This reminds me of our time on earth. We are just passing through this earth. God gave us some time here to be His witness and love others. Am I making the best use of my time? Are you?
Temporary Home, by Carrie Underwood
Little boy, six years old
A little too used to bein' alone.
Another new mom and dad, another school,
Another house that'll never be home.
When people ask him how he likes this place...
He looks up and says, with a smile upon his face,
"This is my temporary home
It's not where I belong.
Windows and rooms that I'm passin' through.
This is just a stop, on the way to where I'm going.
I'm not afraid because I know this is my
Temporary Home."
Young mom on her own.
She needs a little help, got nowhere to go.
She's lookin' for a job, lookin' for a way out,
Because a half-way house will never be a home.
At night she whispers to her baby girl,
"Someday we'll find our place here in this world."
"This is our temporary home.
It's not where we belong.
Windows and rooms that we're passin' through.
This is just a stop, on the way to where we're going.
I'm not afraid because I know this is our
Temporary Home."
Old man, hospital bed,
The room is filled with people he loves.
And he whispers don't cry for me,
I'll see you all someday.
He looks up and says, "I can see God's face."
"This is my temporary Home
It's not where I belong.
Windows and rooms that I'm passin' through.
This was just a stop,on the way to where I'm going.
I'm not afraid because I know... this was
My temporary home."
This is our temporary home.
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