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A Temporary Place

We have never really been ones to get attached to a home. Don't get me wrong. We have LOVED the places we have lived but the bottom line is (and I pray always will be), we know that our home is not ours!

“For here we have no lasting city, but we seek the city that is to come." - Hebrew 13:14 ESV

We try very hard to hold everything loosely knowing that this is not our home. Which is very hard at times. I am not gonna lie, I can tend to grasp on to seasons of life. For instance, the thing that always gets me every time we move to another home or to another project are the memories.

Right now I am grieving the season of having littles in the home. You mommas who have already launched your kiddos into the world know what I am talking about. Especially if you are rounding the corner to your 50th Birthday and your hormones are all out of wack. This is a double doozy when it comes to being an emotional wreck.

Today, I sit in a home that is half packed into boxes preparing for our move into a rental house for two months, then on to a travel trailer for two months in hopes that our new house we are renovating will be ready by the end of the summer.

And while I am excited to renovate a house sweetly situated on a beautiful piece of property, it hasn't become reality to me yet. Maybe it has something to do with the journey ahead of us before we actually occupy the new home. Or maybe it is the fact that in those four months, I will be wrapping up a season with my High School senior as he prepares to graduate and then head out of my life. Um, I mean out of town to college. Ugly cry.

Grieving a past season of life (like wishing our kids were little again) usually sends me into the vortex of crazy thinking, which almost always includes how horrible of a mom I am, and how I should have done a bazillion things differently when my children were little. However, before I get too far down that destructive trail, let me remind myself that this is not my home. I have a citizenship in Heaven. Me, my High School Senior, my other two boys, and my hubs....this is all our temporary home. We are all sojourners.

YOU are a sojourner.

The wikipedia defines sojourner as a person who resides temporarily in a place. This is our temporary home. The house you are in now is your temporary home. Our house we are in now, the rental house, the travel trailer, our new renovated house. Every single one is NOT ours. It all belongs to God and we are to be good stewards of it all as we occupy it here on earth. It is okay to have sweet memories in our temporary places. Those are sweet reminders that we have an even better place in store for us.

"For this world is not our permanent home; we are looking forward to a home yet to come. - Hebrew 13:14 NLT

You may not be moving into a new home. But we are all moving into new seasons. So, although I am sad to pack up this season of life, I know that the next season will move me even closer to my real destination. My eternal home. A place that will last forever. That is the funny thing about time. Each moment moves us closer to Heaven.


Live as sojourners. Hold it all loosely and see where God might lead you spiritually, physically, or both! Embrace the memories and let them be sweet reminders that there is something even better to look forward to.

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