Green Acres is the place for me?
I was on an awesome vacation with Katie's family last week on the East Coast. I've gone east several times this year, and every time I miss it more. The green, rolling hills of Pennsylvania and sultry coasts of the Carolinas in particular seem to be calling me home. And that's the best way to put it -- it feels like home. It's got me thinking, and rethinking, about a lot of things: why I am where I am, what I'm doing here, how long I'm supposed to be here? Basically, God's call; because I do feel called to the entertainment industry and Los Angeles, at least for now. But I can't help but long to go to my eastward home. But what is home? Are we really ever at home on Earth? Isn't Heaven supposed to be our home? A man told Jesus he would follow Him wherever he went. Jesus replied, "Foxes have holes and birds of the air have nests, but the Son of Man has no place to lay his head." So to follow Jesus, means we really have no home on Earth...