“What ish man that You are mindful of him, and the son of [earthborn] man that You care for him?”
Psalm 8:4 AMPC
I was listening to Ann Graham Lotz speak about how heaven is our true home, sharing how an Indian prince created the Taj Mahal (a tomb) over 22 years for his wife, just imagine what Jesus is creating for his bride after 2,000 years, knowing our likes, favorite colors, etc. She even shared how when she would visit her father, Billy Graham, he would leave out her favorite coffee mug (her mom's who passed away) and buy her favorite coffee to welcome her home. There's no place like home and knowing you are loved, expected and wanted.
I was reminded of last year as everyone was preparing to go home for summer vacation. They were all so excited to go, I was happy to go too, but I had to explain that they were literally going home to sleep in their own beds. I was going for a visit, to be in someone else's space, knowing that when jet lag hit like a ton of bricks I would just want to sleep for a couple of days undisturbed. If my granny could, I know she would have prepared a place for me. I ended up with my dad, invading his space as children do. The prior conversation stayed between my friends, I never shared it with anyone else, but God knew. After I returned from a vacation down south, the bed was prepared for me, instantly I remembered my complaint, God used my natural father to dress the bed. It then became one of those "something got in my eye moments".
I stand in awe of God, this minor little complaint, that I never formed into a prayer, was answered. How much does He really care for is own? God of this vast universe, concerned that felt I loved and cared for!
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