Summer is over and this morning I hear the Canada Geese flying overhead as they make their long journey south to escape the freezing weather soon to arrive. By a God-given instinct, they know when to leave and where they belong, and it isn’t here.
Flocks of hundreds will fly together along the coastline for thousands of miles until they reach the sunny beaches of southern California. Some will go even further south into Mexico where food and warmth are abundant.
Someone once said that the child of God can never be comfortable in this world because he was created for eternity. While we’re here God’s grace sufficiently supplies our every need, but that doesn’t satisfy the unquenchable yearning to be with Him, the virtue of grace replaced by His Grace.
How lovely is Your tabernacle, O Lord of hosts! My soul longs, yes even faints for the courts of the Lord; my heart and my flesh cry out for the living God (Psalm 42:2)