This is Not our Home

I have had a song playing on repeat in my iPod, my mind, and my heart for three weeks now. Laura Story’s Blessings was played at church on a Sunday when I desperately needed to hear it. The whole song is incredible, but there have been two sections that have been rolling through my thoughts over and over.

First:

When friends betray us, when darkness seems to win


We know that pain reminds this heart


That this is not, this is not our home


It's not our home

Second:

What if my greatest disappointments


Or the aching of this life


Is the revealing of a greater thirst


This world can't satisfy?



And what if trials of this life


The rain, the storms, the hardest nights


Are Your mercies in disguise?

I have seen some of my friends go through some rough stuff over the few weeks. One friend had a miscarriage late in pregnancy. For the second time this year. Another set of friends had to say goodbye to a foster baby that they wanted nothing more than to add to their family. And just this morning, I found out that a friend has now lost his mother in law and father in law in the last week. My. Heart. Aches.

My comfort comes in the reminder that this is not our home. That there is something beyond this world filled with pain and hurt. That one day the pain will be gone. The hurt will be gone. And better than that, Jesus will be there. So I pray for my friends. And live with the hope that this is not the end. That this is not our home.