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This is the house I grew up in …
I haven’t been back to it since my dad died 3 years ago…until today.
So many memories. And twice as many emotions. The smell of wet oak leaves by the porch transported me back to places I forgot existed.
You really can’t go back home…
at least not back to the way it used to be.
I think that our longing to return, to belong in a place like you used to…is a shadow and a sign of the place we were all created for, where we will once and for all belong to the One who created us.
“In My Father’s house are many dwelling places;
if it were not so, I would have told you; for I go to prepare a place for you.
If I go and prepare a place for you, I will come again and receive you to Myself,
that where I am, there you may be also.”
– John 14:2-3 –
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