As I said yesterday, we’re homeless. Sure, sure, we have places to stay (my parents’ farm, some brethren in Batesville), and come the first of August we’ll have our rent house secured and that will be our house for the next few years before we (Lord Willing) decide to build again.

But still…we’ve got no roof to call our own.

But that’s okay; the Lord had no permanent dwelling down here either (Luke 9:58). He wasn’t much concerned about it as well, since He knew a home with God is better than anything the world can offer. So if that was good enough for Him, it ought to be good enough for me. I’ll keep my focus on Heaven to come!