Streams in the Desert October 21 Daily Devotional

For we know that if our earthly house of this tabernacle were dissolved, we
have a building of God, an house not made with hands, eternal in the heaven (2 Cor. 5:1).
The owner of the tenement which I have occupied for many years has
given notice that he will furnish but little or nothing more for repairs. I am advised to be ready to move.
At first this was not a very welcome notice. The surroundings here are in many respects very pleasant, and were it not for the

evidence of decay, I should consider the house good enough. But
even a fight wind causes it to tremble and totter, and all the
braces are not sufficient to make it secure. So I am getting ready to move.
It is strange how quickly one's interest is transferred to the
prospective home. I have been consulting maps of the new country and reading descriptions of its inhabitants. One who visited it has
returned, and from him I learn that it is beautiful beyond
description; language breaks down in attempting to tell of what he heard while there. He says that in order to make an investment
there, he has suffered the loss of all things that he owned here, and even rejoices in what others would call making a sacrifice.
Another, whose love to me has been proven by the greatest possible
test, is not there. He has sent me several clusters of the most delicious fruits. After tasting them, all food here seems insipid.
Two or three times I have been down by the border of the river that forms the boundary, and have wished myself among the company of those who were singing praises to the King on the other side. Many of my friends have moved there. Before leaving they spoke of my
coming later. I have seen the smile upon their faces as they passed out of sight Often I am asked to make some new investments here, but my answer in every case is, "I am getting ready to move."
--Selected.
The words often on Jesus' lips in His last days express vividly the idea, "going to the Father." We, too, who are Christ's people, have vision of something beyond the difficulties and disappointments of this fife. We are journeying towards fulfillment completion,
expansion of fife. We, too, are "going to the Father." Much is dim concerning our home-country, but two things are clear. It Is home, "the Father's House." It is the nearer presence of the Lord. We are all wayfarers, but the believer knows it and accepts it He is a
traveller, not a settler. --R. C. Gillie.
The little birds trust God, for they go singing
From northern woods where autumn winds have blown,
With joyous faith their trackless pathway winging To summer-lands of song, afar, unknown.
Let us go singing, then, and not go sighing:
Since we are sure our times are in His hand,
Why should we weep, and fear, and call it dying? 'Tis only flitting to a Summer-land.