My heart has found its home, but my body and mind long to be where God is. This “tent” of mine wearies of its struggle against worldly concepts.
Yet, peace floods my soul like sunshine on a rain soaked field. The weariness turns to hope. The struggle turns to endurance. The warmth bows my heart once more.
If the heart has found a home with God on this side of eternity, then mind and body will
follow when he calls. Until then, I must press on
