where will my resting place be?

I dream of a much better place...not because my present is soo bad...just because I am rarely that comfortable. I have my moments...and man oh man I love those moments. Persistently through this race of life...work, busyness, stress, being human wraps its grip around me like a web. This web does not suffocate me...i can breath while caught in its grasp but what I can't do is move, sure I can wiggle...but lets face it wiggling and being stuck in a web is not near satisfying enough...when you know what it feels like to run, jump or dance.

These dreams I have and create for myself motivate me every day. "Walk 09"..."Van friggen couver"... I love looking toward them. However when I wipe the ignorance from my eyes I see myself there in my dream still tired...dag I don't want to be tired... I just want to party with out ceasing... why can't I just jump and begin to fly?

My dreams have always been just that...me in that perfect peace...that perfect peace which i would find if I ever learned how to fly. Or that perfect peace I could find from a perfect evening among friends...sitting around at the cabin I dream about owning at the lake I dream about living at. If I were to look at one image which I think would explain what I am looking for it would be this unblemished whipped cream topped chocolate cake I looked at for hours on end today at work...just perfect!

This peace...this perfection will never be found....on this earth. Not as long as I have to work...and do things I don't want to do...I ask the lord..."where will my resting place be? where will I be able to rest my head" Those words flowed through mind constantly this morning... I saw a painting in d- dub and nigels house and i thought, huh i like that but i didn't really delve too deep into it...but today I could not get it out of my mind as I worked and was tired...physically and mentally with this race....where will my resting place be???

Then I was flooded with pictures of heaven...dreams of that moment when I finally get rest with the one who created me...with Jesus Christ who loves me so much...my vision tinged red...covered with blood! This is the first time I think in my life I understand why one would be so anxious to get there....I often would think to my self when someone would say how much they wanted to get to heaven..."shut up your here on earth ...hold your horses!" But right now I feel like I get it.

I am still here though...so how will I live my life? well i won't do what the world tells me to do...I am pretty sure if the world had to go through school...she would be still stuck in that dreaded difficult grade one! I will dream....I will run toward those dreams....and I will live like christ....

where will my resting place be? where will i be able to rest my head?

Peace
Frank