My Home’s in Montana…for now

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. John 14:2 (NKJV)

“My Home’s in Montana, I wear a bandana, my spurs are of silver, my pony is gray…” In my early years I attended Girl Scout Camp at Camp Sacagawea near Boone, Iowa.  In the evenings around the campfire we harmonized this tune.  As the twilight faded and the stars appeared, we crooned “Oh, give me a home where the buffalo roam, where the deer and the antelope play…” and “Down in the valley, the valley so low, late in the evening, hear the wind blow…”

Now, I am a mom and still make my bed at camp after we hum hymns around the campfire.  I breathe in the land once walked by Sacagawea in Montana, where my head is often bedecked with a bandana as I cook in the camp kitchen.  Our valley is filled with deer and antelope as the breeze blows the bows on the pines and aspens.  And just over the mountain from us is Yellowstone National Park, where the bison and bears attract photographers from around the world.  It is a wild land, one I never quite imagined as I sang those campfire songs so long ago.

Yet God knew I would be here.  He had a plan and prepared me for it in His own way and time.  He also has another home He is preparing for me in heaven, because He knows I’m coming.  There the mountains will be more majestic than any on earth, and the valleys will be lush with vegetation.  The animals will play freely in the fields of rainbow-kissed wildflowers.  The wolf will lie down with the lamb (Isaiah 11:6).  I won’t worry about bills to pay, sickness, or troubles of this earth.  There will be no more tears (Revelation 7:17).  It will more wonderful than I could ever imagine.  And with all believers, I will sing praise to God around the eternal campfire of His throne.  “Holy, holy, holy.”

And one cried to another and said:“ Holy, holy, holy is the LORD of hosts; The whole earth is full of His glory!”

Isaiah 6:3  (NKJV)

New King James Version (NKJV)Copyright © 1982 by Thomas Nelson, Inc.

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