Present and future hope.

I finished reading Our Mutual Friend by Charles Dickens yesterday, shed a tear of joy at finishing that seemingly unsurmountable task, and celebrated by watching the movie (which Mr.M considered to be a form of torture.) First thing this morning, I ordered Bleak House, another book roughly the size of my head. (My head is average-sized. I'm saying these are BIG books!) By doing this, I am assuming God will sustain me long enough to read these books. (I also have Pinnochio on the shelf waiting to be read.) I know my citizenship is with Him in Heaven, and I traverse this barren and sin-filled world as a stranger and an alien. However, as the Apostle Paul told the church at Thessolonica, I can't just wait for my true Home in Paradise. I must live out the full number of days that God has appointed me here on earth, and be faithful to Him, sharing His love with others.