Someone bought me a garden gnome ,a little ornamental figure,and it reminded me of a little story I made up,about a gnome. One day a lady noticed that her little gnome was missing,someone had stolen it,she was heartbroken and so was the gnome,to him the garden was his home.Well so started an adventure for that little gnome,he was sold at a boot sale,the person who bought him,was a travelling person,who travelled near and far.Well after travelling near and far he returned to where he had bought the gnome,and he gave the gnome to a charity shop,and it so happened the person whose gnome had been stolen,called in that shop,and spied her little gnome which she bought,and she brought it home,and she place in her garden,she thought she heard the gnome say,ah,there is no place like home.There is an old gospel song which goes,This world is not my home,dear Christian,let us remember we are only temporary residents on this planet earth,let us not become to attached to this world.We are strangers and pilgrims, going to a better country,a heavenly,to a city which hath foundations,whose builder and maker is God.In that heavenly home the roses never die,in fact death will be at last banished,the glories of that land are beyond description,the loved ones who have gone before will be there,and most wonderful of all Jesus will be there,yes truly there is no place like home.
A prayer.../ We praise You Lord for a heavenly home,which You are preparing for all Your children, Amen/
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