For we know that if the earthly tent we live in is destroyed, we have a building from God, an eternal house in heaven, not built by human hands.
2 Corinthians 5:1
Recently, Todd and I galloped over to the Kentucky Derby with our dear Alaskan friend John Hendrickson and his beautiful, interesting, inspiring, accomplished wife, Marylou Cornelius Vanderbilt Whitney.
Yes, that was me in the viewing box – one once used by Queen Elizabeth – the only one in the Bluegrass State watching the spectacularly iconic horse race without a hat. Where would I find a derby hat in Wasilla? I’d asked John. He assured me it was fine, that I could go rogue yet again and still be welcomed down south.
When the magnificent animals stepped onto the track for the parade of horses, the band began playing “My Old Kentucky Home.” The 160,000 people in the stands sang along – including me. (Though I had to read the words.)
The song has a mournful tune, and I marveled at how emotional and heart-tugging the idea of “home” seemed to be for all of us there. I don’t think it has to do with tobacco fields and horses (in the case of Kentucky), or moose and mountains (in the case of Alaska). It has to do with God planting in our hearts a desire for home.
Sweet Freedom in Action
Today, remember that no matter how much you love your home and your life in it, the four walls that surround you now are just a shadow of what’s to come.