I Belong

All things must come to an end…I’m tired of hotel rooms, mix matched beds, and cars not equal to my truck. Living out of suitcases can never be described as fun. I’m tired of crowds, heat and humidity. My eating habits are ruined until I get back to home base.

On one level I belong.

History. Family. Friends. There is a familiar comfort even though nothing is the same. It’s like I’m out of step, but I could easily make myself return to my past if needed, reconnecting with long lost faces that would make everything seem right.

However, I know me. On my main level, I don’t belong.

My heart and head belongs to another lifestyle. Another land, if you please. Here, my gaze is missing the mountains – wait… there’s one! No. Just a bank of clouds on the horizon. Here, everyone’s excited it’s cooling off. The high will only be 80 degrees and maybe, just maybe, the evening will hit the high 50’s. Dig out the cold weather gear!

We all have this split personality where we live between two worlds, making the best of one and longing for another. At least, here, we can visit from one to the other. There will come a time when there will no longer be a choice as age and life’s end will dictate you to be happy with one, or the other.

Here’s My Thought Today

I’m ready for home. My own routine. The further north the better. Cold. Snow. Ice. Mountains. Wild life in the back yard. A little cabin tucked away where life can be enjoyed in a settling mode.

This is my personality. Not yours. I’m not made for the crowds and a lot of solitary time is fine. Just fine. But, there’s this twist. I need to be around my people. Family. Friends. And even complete strangers. I have a purpose of life that must be fulfilled.

It’s like I’m living in a split personality!

The Apostle Paul spoke of this a number of times. He mentioned it is better to be there, but his mission here is not complete. (2 Corinthians 5:8) This is my morning thought. Where I want to be is not where I can be right now, so, while I’m here, make the best of it.

How do you make the best of your life and all the opportunities when you are living between here, and there?

Gloria Gaither wrote the words, but Buddy Green put it to music and I can listen and put myself into life from a spiritual perspective.

I DON’T BELONG
(words by Gloria Gaither, music by Buddy Greene)

It’s not home
Where men sell their souls
And the taste of power is sweet
Where wrong is right
And neighbors fight
While the hungry are dyin’ in the streets
Where kids are abused
And women are used
And the weak are crushed by the strong
Nations gone mad
Jesus is sad
And I don’t belong

Chorus:

I don’t belong
And I’m going someday
Home to my own native land
I don’t belong
And it seems like I hear
The sound of a “welcome home” band
I don’t belong
I’m a foreigner here
Singing a sojourner’s song
I’ve always known
This place ain’t home
And I don’t belong

Don’t belong
But while I’m here
I’ll be living like I’ve nothin’ to lose
And while I breathe
I’ll just believe
My Lord is gonna see me through
I’ll not be deceived
By earth’s make-believe
I’ll close my ears to her siren song
By praisin’ His name, I’m not ashamed
Cause I don’t belong

I belong
To a kingdom of peace
Where only love is the law
Where children lead
And captives are freed
And God becomes a baby on the straw
Where dead men live
And rich men give
Their kingdoms to buy back a song
Where sinners like me
Become royalty
And we’ll all belong

Yes I belong
And I’m going someday
Home to my own native land
Where I’ll belong
And it seems like I hear
The sound of a “welcome home” band
Yes, I’ll belong
No foreigner there
Singin’ a sojourner’s song

I’ve always known
I’m going home
Where I belong
Yes I’ve always known
This place ain’t home
And I don’t belong

Think It Through For Yourself

If the Bible is true, and there comes a time where Heaven and Hell are the only options to our temporary life, then are we not all better getting our eyes set on the only place that makes sense?

Can you be happy where you are physically located? Well. I’m more comfortable where it’s the far, far (did I say far?) north. While traveling in the south I have felt like I’m breathing the swamp and it’s not been comfortable. Yet. I can be comfortable for a little while as long as I know where my destination better suits me.

I’m leaving Texas today. My sister is buried in a tiny plot of ground far from the bulk of her loving friends and family. Will I visit her grave in the future? Yes. When? Not anytime soon. Why? I don’t belong here, and this is not my home, nor is it my final resting place. Just like Teresa.

This world is not my home. I’m just passing through. My treasures? Not around here. My hope? Not on planet earth! But while I’m here…