That Ain't My Truck

That's a title to an old country song I used to like! It keeps running through my head as I am trying to go to sleep tonight! I am reminded that "that ain't my [car]" sitting at 108 Kelly Lane anymore. People keep telling me that it looks funny when they go by and see someone else's car there. Tell me about. Although it is a HUGE blessing and answer to prayer, I can't help but be somewhat sad at the same time. We lived there for nearly 7 years - almost our whole marriage up to this point, so there are lots of memories there. Like when Aaron painted the living room while I was in Brazil and surprised me when I got home. Or bringing Briggs home there for the first time and thinking about all the blood, sweat, and tears that went into his room (literally - Aaron painted and built the window seat/cabinet that was in there). And then I am reminded that it is just a location - a place built with wood and plaster and whatever else goes into building a house. It is only temporary. I wonder if Jesus is in heaven painting my room to surprise me when I get there? Probably not, but then again, I wouldn't put it past Him because He is so awesome! At any rate, I know that my home in heaven is eternal. And no, "that ain't my truck" parked at 108 Kelly Lane anymore, but maybe I have one parked outside my mansion waiting on me in eternity!