Making Jesus my home.

I noticed tonight that the world has been turning. With each circle, a day is spent and disappears into the darkness of the past. Time continues as it always has done, since the beginning. Steady as the sunset, persistent as the the dawn . With each new day it makes a mark with it's sublte hand. Moulding, moving, changing until all is different. The world is changing. All around us. Things familiar slip away, are overtaken by the strange unknown. It is the most we can do to hang on. Grip. Gripping with frantic hands to the way things were. To the past we hold so dearly in our hearts. But all will be taken. Our trembling hands left empty. What is constant in this world? What can we keep from falling away with inevitable change? When we love the world too much, too greedily, bitterness will overcome. Loss will rule us.

What then should we love limitlessly? Where should our treasure be? What will never change and never cause our hearts to stumble into grief?

The One who set all time in its turning.
The constant.
The immortal.
The God of all creation.

He who is the Alpha and Omega,
whose love has stood the test of time.

Whose life has stood the test of death.

He is unchanging.
And he will hold us through change.
If all our hope is in Him.

I will hold fast to the Lord. Turn my eyes to His throne. Where the lion lies down with the lamb. Where Majesty and Meekness inhabit the same. There I will find my rest. There I will put my everything.

In this world of movement, change, desperation, when all we know eventually turns to night, while those around me fumble in the dark for where they belong, there shall I sit, safe in the arms of my saviour. Jesus. And be content.

I have my home forever.