[chills]

“…created for a place I’ve never known…”

As I hear these lyrics to a song off the Prince Caspian soundtrack, I am remined of two things:

1) How much I love the Chronicles of Narnia and all in entails, and

2) How much I long for my new home.

“…and now, after all my searching, after all my questions, I’m going to call it home. I’ve got a brand new mindset, I can finally see the sunset, I’m going to call it home…”

If you stop to think about it, about how this world is simply temporary and a new world lies ahead of us in an unknown space of time, things seem to fade away around you. Or at least you get that chilled awed feeling that makes you yearn for something you can’t have. Like for this new world. At least that’s what I feel.

I sometimes feel this feeling so much that I start to cry. Manly right? But when I then think about why I feel this way, it all makes sense why I would yearn for something so much as to reach the point of tears. I wasn’t created for this world. No one was. With the exemption of two people in the very beginning, but their world was nothing like what we live in. Their world was beautiful. Beautiful to the point that God himself could walk around in it. I like to think of the original earth as a “heaven-on-earth” type of place. I mean if God’s first home was among the angels, his vacation home could be next to his two human creations, right?

The Garden of Eden was the perfect place. But of course the two human creations didn’t stay there. They messed up, they sinned, they broke the harmony, they diminished the beauty. From then on the world’s just been spinning around and spiraling down.

But I’m going back. I’m going back to the place that I’m allowed access into only by the blood of the Perfect Lamb. Because of His sacrifice I get to reenter that perfect place that I was created for. A place where all my desires will be filled, my needs will be met, and my worship, my questions, my talents, my passions will all be accepted and finally be in place where they can express themselves in the way they were meant to be expressed. Crazy to think about? It should be. This type of place is foreign to us. No place like this exists…on earth that is. One day I’ll go back to the harmony, the beauty, the perfection. My home is there. My family is there. My Father is there.

Waiting for me.