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The Place Prepared For Me

Most Believers can quote John 14:1-3,

 “Let not your heart be troubled; you believe in God, believe also in Me. 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.  3 And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come again and receive you to Myself; that where I am, there you may be also."

How many songs have been writen about this passage? How many prayers of comfort in the time of loss? Everyone is looking for heaven! I am amazed at how many hymns in my hymnbook talk about 'these many mansions' that Jesus has built. If we were to ask, according to this passage, 'Where has Jesus gone & where are we going?' most everyone would say, 'to heaven! Jesus has prepared a place for us.' And while this is true, I believe this passage shows us that streets of gold and mansions are not His destination nor is it ours. Keep reading:

 "3 And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come again and receive you to Myself; that where I am, there you may be also. 4 And where I go you know, and the way you know.” 5 Thomas said to Him, “Lord, we do not know where You are going, and how can we know the way?” 6 Jesus said to him, “I am the way, the truth, and the life. No one comes to the Father except through Me."



  Jesus says the destination is not the place with mansions…He says the destination is a PERSON… “No one COMES TO THE FATHER except through me.” Truly, Father, my home is YOU J


The whole point of redemption IS the Father. Listen to what God told me about it this morning:

 I long to be united with you forever just as you do, child…even more! I’ve been waiting for this day long before you were ever waiting for it...Heaven is home for you and for me. No, no place can hold me. I fill all in all. And yet, the mystery which was hidden before time began is that I dwell WITH MAN. YOU are my home as I am yours!

Do you see this mystery, child? We are ‘made’ for one another! There is no heaven if we are apart for we were made to dwell together…I with you and you with me. In the cool of the day, in the middle of the night. This is what I’ve been trying to get back since man fell in the garden. This is why I came to Jacob with my presence and the ladder…I want to tabernacle, dwell with you. I long for it more than you can understand, child. The destination of your vacation, of your habitation here on earth…is ME. And you are mine. We belong together. People focus on the prize and all of it’s blessings. But oh for the joy of my children to not look at the presents under the tree…but to throw their arms around me and know that every good and perfect gift comes from me... I don’t mind you longing for the New Jerusalem and all of it’s beauty. Of course I do not. I made them for your good pleasure! But the destination is all about you and me as one…that where I am there you may be. Whether it is in the belly of Sheol or on the mountain top, in the driest desert plain or in the valley…that where I am there you may be.


It all comes down to being in His presence :) And the Father, our Papa ,truly desires to be in our presence more than we realize. He is our home and we are his. Oh, that this revelation of heaven might flood our hearts!


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