YOU'RE LEAVING HERE...

I started a temp job a few weeks ago.  About fifteen of us experienced a crash course and by the 4th day we were touring the small second floor cubicles which were to become our home for a few months.  I noticed the permanent employee cubicles were decorated with everything imaginable - personalizing  their home away from home. 

On our first day in our 'personal cubicle' most in our group quickly decorated with frames and pictures...collectibles of all sorts.  Me?  I figured since it was a temp job, there's no need to get all gushy with it and settle in with artwork and trinkets.  A lady next to me bought a clock (with a chicken on the face of it) and hung it on her cubicle wall.

I did use a push pin to hang an extra spanish looking paper napkin.  That's my decoration. 

I just don't see the need to settle in as permanent in a temporary position. 

It reminds me of this life - on this earth.  It's not permanent.  Some folks work so hard to make this a permanent home...they have forgotten that this is temporary.  We are leaving this world one day - headed to the dwelling place of God.  Don't get too caught up with things you will leave behind.  Albert E. Brumley's song "This World is Not My Home" has been on my mind:

verse 1: 

This world is not my home, I'm just a passing through

My treasures are laid up, somewhere beyond the blue,

The angels beckon me from Heaven's open door,

and I can't feel at home in this world any more.

verse 2:

They're all expecting me and that's one think I know

My Savior pardoned me and now I onward go.

I know He'll take me through, though I am weak and poor

and I can't feel at home in this world any more.

verse 3:

Just up in Glory Land we'll live eternally

The Saints on every hand are shouting victory

Their song of sweetest praise drifts back from Heaven's shore

and I can't feel at home in this world any more.

Chorus:
O Lord you know, I have no friend like you
If Heaven's not my home, then Lord what will I do?
The angels beckon me from Heaven's open door
and I can't feel at home in this world any more.

No, I just don't feel like we will be here very long.  This world is not our home.  Jesus is coming back for us.  Just any day now...  but then, that's another gospel song that I don't have room to share....

Remember, this is all temporary....don't get too comfy...
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