Where I Belong

And I heard a loud voice from the throne, saying, “Behold, the tabernacle of God is among men, and He will dwell among them, and they shall be His people, and God Himself will be among them, and He will wipe away every tear from their eyes; and there will no longer be any death; there will no longer be any mourning, or crying, or pain; the first things have passed away.”
And He who sits on the throne said, “Behold, I am making all things new.” And He said, “Write, for these words are faithful and true.” – Revelation 21:3-5

heaven photo

I’ve been dwelling on Heaven a lot lately. It’s mostly due to a song by Building 429. It plays in my head day and night. I wake up humming it. I sing it through tears. It’s my latest mantra.

The first words are:
Sometimes it feels like I’m watching from the outside
Sometimes it feels like I’m breathing but am I alive
I won’t keep searching for answers that aren’t here to find

All I know is I’m not home yet
This is not where I belong
Take this world and give me Jesus
This is not where I belong

I know, right?!

And it just gets better from there. I feel that song in my bones. These tired bones that ache and creak and let me down. This is not where I belong.

heaven photo

Where I belong looks like this:

God Himself will be among them, and He will wipe away every tear from their eyes; and there will no longer be any death; there will no longer be any mourning, or crying, or pain (Revelation 21:3-4)

The material of the wall was jasper; and the city was pure gold, like clear glass. The foundation stones of the city wall were adorned with every kind of precious stone. The first foundation stone was jasper; the second, sapphire; the third, chalcedony; the fourth, emerald; the fifth, sardonyx; the sixth, sardius; the seventh, chrysolite; the eighth, beryl; the ninth, topaz; the tenth, chrysoprase; the eleventh, jacinth; the twelfth, amethyst. And the twelve gates were twelve pearls; each one of the gates was a single pearl. And the street of the city was pure gold, like transparent glass.
I saw no temple in it, for the Lord God the Almighty and the Lamb are its temple. And the city has no need of the sun or of the moon to shine on it, for the glory of God has illumined it, and its lamp is the Lamb. The nations will walk by its light, and the kings of the earth will bring their glory into it. In the daytime (for there will be no night there) its gates will never be closed (Revelation 21:18-25)

When the times feel too hard, when the pain is too much to bear, when you feel like you’ve run out of rope… think on these things, won’t you? And let this song become your mantra.

Because we can hold to this true promise from our Savior:

In My Father’s house are many dwelling places; if it were not so, I would have told you; for I go to prepare a place for you. If I go and prepare a place for you, I will come again and receive you to Myself, that where I am, there you may be also. And you know the way where I am going.” – John 14:2-4

This is not where we belong. Come, Lord Jesus.

Dear Lord, thank You for dying so that I could have the hope of Heaven. Thank You for coming again, so that where You are, we may be also. Help us to hold to that truth in our darkest days. In Jesus’ Name, Amen…


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Shelly

4 Comments on “Where I Belong

  1. Shelly, I am so grateful we have this blessed assurance that this is not all we have. Praying for you today. So grateful that one day we will all get to see Him & each other! XOXO
    PS – I don’t know how you do it, but you find the most wonderful songs! I had never heard this one but love it! Going to be on repeat for a bit today 🙂
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