Journey's End

John 14:2

“In my Father's house are many mansions: if it were not so, I would have told you. I go to prepare a place for you.” 

I have come to the last stage of my life’s journey. The memories of the painful past may have left countless scars but they don’t hurt anymore. They are meant by God for me to show His divine healing in His own appointed time. For without those wounds there would be nothing to heal, there would be no revelation of His amazing grace.

The gift of His grace of salvation through the death of His Son Jesus has blotted it all: the sins and temptations, the mourning and bereavements, the burdens and perplexities. 
My sins have been forgiven, my everlasting Friend and Comforter is my Lord and Savior Jesus Christ, and all the answers to my questions have been found in His Word.

I am at my journey’s end. At my old age, my God has proven His faithfulness.The present may still be gloomy and life may still be full of vexations but it will not be for long.for glorious rest is at the horizon. There is an end to this wilderness journey for the sojourner like me. I am going home and my home is a celestial home not made by hands. It is my Father’s house that He promised to prepare for me.

"In that blessed region of delight, 
The saints no sin nor sorrow feel, 
Eternal day excludes the night,
And all possess the spirit's seal. 
The ransomed soul in glory clad, 
Shines brighter than meridian sun; 
The weary pilgrim, now so sad, 
There finds his toilsome journey done." ~David Harsha

“All the complicated afflictions of time 
must disappear when time is no more. Why, 
then, take deep concern, or heavy sorrow; or 
much joy, or lasting delight--at the ill or good 
of the few flying moments on our journey to 
eternity? My soul is immortal, and God is eternal. 
Therefore in God below, and in God above, in 
God in time, and in God in eternity--shall my 
soul find boundless pleasures and unfading bliss!” ~James Meikle

THE PILGRIM'S SONG.
My rest is in Heaven, my rest is not here, 
Then why should I murmur when trials are near? 
Be hushed, my dark spirit, the worst that can come 
But shortens my journey, and hastens me home.

It is not for me to be seeking my bliss,
And building my hopes in a region like this
I look for a city which hands have not piled;
I pant for a country by sin undefiled.

The thorn and the thistle around me may grow;
I would not lie down upon roses below;
I ask not my portion, I seek not my rest,
Until I find them forever in Jesus' breast.

Afflictions may damp me, they cannot destroy;
One glimpse of His love, turns them all into joy;
And the bitterest tears, if He smiles but on them,
Like dew in the sunshine, turn diamond or gem.

Let doubt, then, and danger my progress oppose,
They only make Heaven more sweet at the close;
Come joy, or come sorrow, whatever may befall,
An hour with my God will make up for it all.

A bag on my back, and a staff in my hand,
I march on in haste through an enemy's land!
The road may be rough, but it cannot be long,
I'll smooth it with hope, and I'll cheer it with song.