Cooperland

I’m not much of a traveler.  I’ve never rode on an airplane, or a bus, or a train (unless you count the one in Dollywood).  In fact, the farthest I’ve ever been away from home is Nassau, New Providence, Bahamas while on my honeymoon, and that was on a cruise.  Driving has taken me to Virginia, Tennessee, and Florida, but that’s about it.

Even though I don’t travel much, I can say one thing.  It’s good to finally arrive home.  To see the yard and walk in the front door to find the one place I feel the safest (from a human perspective) and the most familiar.  And to lay in my bed with Bridgett beside me is the greatest.  There’s just something about arriving home.

How cool and awesome will it feel to finally arrive home in Heaven?  To walk through it’s gates, and to see Jesus face-to-face, and to get to worship my Father God for all eternity.  Sure, I can be in God’s presence here on Earth, but there won’t be anything like finally arriving home, and to know that I won’t ever have to leave.

Awesome.  Simply, awesome.