No Moving in Heaven

I’m too young to fully appreciate the fact that we’ll never grow old in Heaven, but high on my list of “will never do in Heaven” is moving! And high on my list of dislikes is packing and unpacking.

Since the time I was two, our family has moved exactly two and a half times. (We lived in a temporary place for several weeks during one of the moves.)

But in the past three years, I have moved twice that many times—not even counting changing dorm rooms in college. And tonight, I just took the last of my boxes out to the dumpster from the most recent of these moves.

I knew in advance that each of the last four moves were temporary. Some were for a year, some were for a summer. So I was really looking forward to the “final” move of this week, because I thought of it as more long term.

But while finishing packing the evening before we moved, it dawned on me that our lease is only for six months. (And I’m hoping like everything that six months from now we’ll be resigning that lease! Have I mentioned that I dislike moving?)

Who knows how many times I’ll pack and unpack into new places before I make my final relocation in Heaven. But until then, I’m reminded that I must place my security in something far more stable than a home.

Often lately, the Lord has been directing my attention to the High Sierras and San Gabriel Mountains surrounding the valley where I live and reminding me of His promise in Isaiah 54:10, “For the mountains shall depart, and the hills be removed; but my kindness shall not depart from thee, neither shall the covenant of my peace be removed, saith the Lord that hath mercy on thee.”

What could be more stable than the mountains? God’s kindness. God’s peace.

I’m thankful that I’ll never move again in Heaven. But I’m even more thankful that between now and then—no matter how many times I move—I belong to a God who delights to make Himself my security.