Home

My piano is home. It makes me so happy to have it back where it belongs. I scheduled its delivery the afternoon the wood flooring was finished, and I am thankful that the moving company had an opening the very next morning.

While I pined away for my piano over the past few weeks, I realized that since I was 5 or 6 years old, I haven't lived in a home without my own piano. This one has gone to all my homes with me, including a tiny, married-housing, university apartment when I first moved out on my own. You can read more about that in another post by clicking here.

Yesterday as I dusted it and then played a little tune, I was rejoicing that it was back home! I couldn't help but think that I was behaving as if it were a long lost child who had finally returned home. And that made me think of the parable of the lost sheep:  "Rejoice with me; I have found my lost sheep."  Our Father in Heaven loves us more than we can imagine. (More than I love my piano! lol)  I am so grateful that there is rejoicing in Heaven over each one of us who comes to know Him. The celebration that I had over my piano returning home is nothing compared to the celebration in Heaven for a soul that will spend eternity there. And the feeling we will have as we arrive at the gates of Heaven someday will be the greatest homecoming we've ever known! I am so grateful for the promise of Heaven.