Our stately mansion

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I needed a place to turn around.  I knew just up the road, there lived an aquaintance/family friend  - so I knew I could use their driveway without feeling "weird".  As, I sat waiting for the backroad traffic to clear - yes, it felt like rush hour on this little country backroad.  I noted this beautiful birdhouse tucked into the treeline - along their driveway.

I couldn't help but take a photo. 

Because. 

It struck me, that this was, as it were, a stately mansion from a bird's eye point of view.  If I were a bird - I'd want to live here, too!!!

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But we do have a stately mansion.  All of us do.  Waiting for us - at HOME!!!

This world is not my home,

I'm just a passin' through.

If  Heaven's not my home,

then Lord, what will I do?

The angels beckeon me

from Heaven's open door.

And...

I can't feel at home in this world anymore.

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: : Do your thoughts soar homeward ~ heaven bound ~ more often then not?  I'm ashamed to say, my thoughts don't go here enough.  This time it took a simple birdhouse - a stately mansion - to do it for me. 

Lord, turn me around more often...