As a child I can still remember taking into the cabin my 70's sky blue suitcase as we began our 5 day vacation in North Georgia at Tugaloo State Park, at Lake Hartwell. Mostly waterskiing and riding up and down on the pristine lake, during any season. Yet, I can still remember the excitement of the exploring and seeing new things (although not much changes up there), and the fifth day would come. Dad would leave early with our uncle to pull the boat out of the water, and we would have to pack and be prepared for his return. As he pulled back in, we would drag our suitcases out to the car reluctantly across those beat down porch steps, where many visitors did the same ritual.
Today, I wake up..get a coffee, plug into my dying laptop (no 220 or 110 outlets), only to notice the little envelope near the door, reminding me that today is the 'final day' and check out has come. The Alps are over, my Italy trip over, and my Strasbourg France trip....over. Yes, where did the 7 days go? How quickly do they come and mostly unexpected end.
Our lives very similar. We must be ready for such abrupt endings. Check out time is coming for us all. Whether you are on a 'prodigal' vacation, or denying that your excursion will one day end. My prayer for you is simple: Come home. Realize that the world you currently live is not forever. One day we all check out,....do you have a home to go to? I do. I unashamedly recommend a song by Sovereign Grace, "It is not death to die." Truly song worthy of atleast 3 minutes of your time today on iTunes.
Oh to be with Christ, is more than any Euro could buy. No matter the currency exchange rate.