I like killing time. I don’t like being killed by it.
And that is where I’ve been the last several days.
Waking up this morning, my mind was racing with all that had to be done today. When I picked up the Word to read a spot of Scripture before beginning today, Paul hit me with this:
Sometimes we can hardly wait to move—and so we cry out in frustration. Compared to what’s coming, living conditions around here seem like a stopover in an unfurnished shack, and we’re tired of it! We’ve been given a glimpse of the real thing, our true home, our resurrection bodies! The Spirit of God whets our appetite by giving us a taste of what’s ahead. He puts a little of heaven in our hearts so that we’ll never settle for less.
Dang! Seems Paul’s been reading my mail. I’m going to do some demo on my “unfinished shack” today… watch out time, you’re about to be kilt!