Holy Week. Maundy Thursday, Good Friday, Easter Sunday. This is the pinnacle of my faith. Jesus whose birth I celebrate at Christmas as Emmauel, God with us, took the 
ultimate step of being with me. He didn’t offer his life on the cross because it was easy. He didn’t carry my sin because it was light. He didn’t break his fellowship with the Father because he wanted to. He did that because he loves and wants me – and you – to be with him and his Father forever.
I can’t explain exactly how it all works in detail – that a sinless God-man died for me before I was even conceived, to forgive and destroy the penalty of the sins I would commit. But I don’t need an explanation. I only need faith to believe. And gratitude for this life changing gift.
I have been stressing in the last week about the living with one foot in Pennsylvania andone foot in Florida. Wrapping up living here while preparing for the life to be lived there. But whether I live in Pennsylvania or Florida, this world is not my home. This is not the home I was designed for. 
This week as I remember and celebrate my Savior and King, may it reinforce my focus toward Heaven. Jesus carried my penalty and gave His life so I would never have to be separated from Him again. He rose again to prove he conquered death. He returned to Heaven to prepare a place for me, and for you. This coming move for us is temporary. 
Heaven is my forever home, prepared for me by my Lord. I sure am glad I won’t have to pack or organize transit for that final move!