Home

Moving into a new home is exciting!  In my mind, I’ve gone into each room and decided where I want to put each piece of furniture.  I also know where I’m going to hang some of my pictures.  We have booked movers for the big day, and have begun the awful, terrible chore of packing.  I’ll just say it right now, I hate packing.  The only good thing about packing up a household is that you get the opportunity to go through all the junk you have accumulated for years and throw some of it away.  Yesterday, I found myself taking pictures of different things with my cell phone and sending them to my kids, asking, “Do you want this?”.  I was thrilled when they said “No”, that meant one more box I can toss out and not have to move.

This past week, one of my friends from high school faced a terrible loss – her Daddy passed away.  I’ve known my friend and her family for over 30 years….her Momma already went to heaven several years ago, now her Daddy has made that journey as well, and she and her brothers are heartbroken, but he is Home.  As I was packing yesterday, I was thinking about my friend’s dad, and how he got to move right into his mansion that God the Father has prepared for him, and he didn’t have to pack a thing.  One thought led to another, and I got to thinking about my brother, Jeff, who passed away almost 15 years ago.  I miss him so much, but I am comforted by the fact that I know I will see him again someday, and that when I make my  own journey home and into my new mansion, I won’t have to pack a thing – I can just move right in and begin my eternity praising the One who died for me.

I dreamed of a city called Glory,
So bright and so fair.
When I entered the gates I cried, "Holy"
The angels all met me there:
They carried me from mansion to mansion,
And oh the sights I saw,
But I said, "I want to see Jesus,
The One who died for all."

Chorus
Then I bowed on my knees and cried,
"Holy, Holy, Holy."
I clapped my hands and sang, "Glory,
Glory to the Son of God."
I bowed on my knees and cried,
"Holy, Holy, Holy."
Then I clapped my hands and sang, "Glory,
Glory to the Son of God."

As I entered the gates of that city,
My loved ones all knew me well.
They took me down the streets of Heaven;
Such scenes were too many to tell;
I saw Abraham, Jacob and Isaac
Talked with Mark, and Timothy
But I said, "I want to see Jesus,
'Cause He's the One who died for me."

Chorus
Then I bowed on my knees and cried,
"Holy, Holy, Holy."
I clapped my hands and sang, "Glory,
Glory, Glory."
I clapped my hands and sang, "Glory"
I clapped my hands and sang, "Glory"
I clapped my hands and sang, "Glory"
"Glory to the Son of God"
I sang, "Glory to the Son of God."