I would never have dreamed...

Thinking about the move, the house that sold in 11 days during a blizzard and all that God has done lately, and all that needs to be done.  Everything is not where I want it to be, and sometimes it seems like things are a little worse.  I just have to remember it's who He is, not what He does, or what I do that matters.  He is Good..this will all work to His glory, somehow.  I would never have dreamed we would have come this far. 


Came out of a Lifegroup meeting the other night where we had talked about "divine moments".  As we were driving we saw a sign that said "Change your life, Change your world". It reminded me of the verse I read that morning from Mark 2:22

And no one pours new wine into old wineskins. If he does, the wine will burst the skins, and both the wine and the wineskins will be ruined. No, he pours new wine into new wineskins."

Just then I started to play the song someone mentioned at the lifegroup meeting (downloaded on iTunes): Carrie Underwood's song "Temporary Home". We are just passing through a house, lets not get distracted by the windows. Its worth a listen (click here http://da98808.blogspot.com/):

Little boy, six years old
A little too used to being alone
Another new mom and dad, another school
Another house that’ll never be home
When people ask him how he likes this place
He looks up and says with a smile upon his face

This is my temporary home
It’s not where I belong
Windows and rooms that I’m passing through
This is just a stop on the way to where I’m going
I’m not afraid because I know
This is my temporary home
 
A young mom on her own
She needs a little help, got no where to go
She’s looking for a job, looking for a way out
‘Cause a half-way house will never be a homeAt night she whispers to her baby girl
Someday we’ll find our place here in this world
This is our temporary home
It’s not where we belong
Windows and rooms that we’re passing through
This is just a stop on the way to where we’re going
I’m not afraid because I know
This is our temporary home

Old man, hospital bed
The room is filled with people he loves
And he whispers, “don’t cry for me,
I’ll see you all someday”
He looks up and says,
“I can see God’s face”
This is my temporary home
It’s not where I belong
Windows and rooms that I’m passing through
This was just a stop on the way to where I’m going
I’m not afraid because I know
This was my temporary home

This is our temporary home