I grew up believing my home was some far-off, distant place in the sky I wouldn’t reached until I died. I was placed on earth temporarily to live in a miserable world until such time as God decided to take me home to mansions and streets of gold. I was raised with the mindset that this world is not my home, so I shouldn’t live like it is.
I don’t live that way anymore, but I know plenty of folks who do.
I looked out my kitchen window this morning and was struck by the beauty of green, gold and red leaves blowing in the wind. The sun and shadows played with the colors until they looked like a kaleidoscope. What’s not to love about a world that adds beauty to our lives when we look out the window?
I don’t know about you, but I take care of my home and the people in it.
It’s absurd to think we live in our world but choose to treat it like it’s not our home. If we treat the world like it’s our home, we’ll look for the beauty in it. We’ll look for ways to add beauty to it. We’ll take care of other people.
