How easily do we forget this:
"But this is not our rest. Bless the Lord for a better. Heaven is our home, and we but sojourners here in the wilderness for a while, soon to be away. Let us have our lamps brightly burning, listening for the summons. I plead with Jesus to come with the pale messenger and let me see His face all through the dark valley. I shall know that dear countenance the moment I fix my eyes upon it - its features are engraved upon my heart." -Mary Winslow, Heaven Opened.
Love this, and been thinking along these lines more and more lately. :)
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