My name is Foreigner
From a far away land
My feet are covered in earth
They've been here and back again
And I have seen
Great things from a distance
They beckon me
I follow them
And I move forward
I move forward
I move forward to home, to home
My eyes are soft and wise
They tell a story
Of things left behind
Defeat and glory
'My name is Foreigner/From a far away land/My feet are covered in earth/They've been here and back again." I feel like I have even a hint of this theme weaved into everything I write: we are not meant for this world. The times when I have felt most disheartened are when I start thinking this is all there is. But, the heroes of our faith had it settled in their hearts that faith is the assurance of what is not seen; and who hopes for what he already has? I want to shed a new light on this matter-there is joy in leaving everything behind. It's not a grievous thing to live for something other than you! Believe me, I've felt the tension with being "in not of" ... the clash between this world and the next. But I take heart in knowing that I shouldn't fit, and at times, I'm called to be alone. So, I'm pushing every hindrance, distraction and temptation aside, forgetting what is behind me, and moving forward to what I can only hope in now. "...All these faithful ones died without receiving what God had promised them, but they saw it from a distance and welcomed the promises of God. They agreed that they were no more than foreigners and nomads here on earth. And obviously people who talk like that are looking forward to a country they can call their own... they were looking for a better place, a heavenly homeland." Hebrews 11: 13-16' - Bethany Dillon
