It’s a big, big house

So, another note about running. 
When I run, I tend to think a lot, and write in my head. About a lot of different things. It usually never comes out the same on paper, or rather, computer screen? But really, it’s okay. I’ve learned that it’s okay. 
I love runs like the one I had tonight, where I run longer than I planned, and faster than I thought I could. I love it when I outdo myself. It’s much better than overestimating myself and then not living up to those expectations. Not that I’m an advocate for aiming low, but I think I’m learning to be more of a realist. I’m either usually over optimistic, or pessimistic. I’m learning to be more in the middle, and I’m learning by experience. 
Tonight, I ran to the beach. 
I usually turn left out of my neighborhood and head towards Birch Ave., and then cut through Jenny Grist Mill to get to the waterfront. Depending on how I feel, I either turn left and go down the waterfront, or turn right and head back through Stephen’s Field. Tonight, I decided, I’m going to run to the beach–even though Warren Ave is hilly, and I haven’t ran all week. So, I turned right out of my neighborhood, reminding myself that I didn’t have to go fast, and trying to convince myself I’d make it to the beach and back. 
On the way down Warren Ave., I passed a house for sale. For those of you who are familiar with Plymouth, you know that Warren Ave. is home to some of the nicest houses in town, many of them with, not to mention, oceanfront views. So I ran past this one house, and for a moment wished there was some possible way I could possibly buy that house. “Not in a million years…” I thought to myself. 
On the way back, though, something occurred to me. Someday I’m going to live in a house wayyy bigger and better than that one, or, at the very least, nicer. And, unless I live to be a million years old, I don’t have to wait that long! Because Jesus said He’s preparing a place for me, and in His Father’s house are many mansions. And He makes this clear. It’s like He’s telling His disciples, “Look guys, believe me–I’m not pulling your legs. I wouldn’t be telling you this if it weren’t true. I know you’ve given up everything–the comfort of a family, and a home, and a steady-paying job–to follow Me. But I’m telling you, it’s all worth it, because someday, you’re going to be with me forever in Heaven, and it’s going to be better than anything on earth.” 
So I smiled, because I could spend my life trying to make enough money to buy a house on Warren Ave., but why? I can’t take that house with me into eternity, and I’ll have a better one waiting for me when I get there. Wouldn’t I rather give up everything to follow Jesus? Yes.
Don’t get me wrong. Living in nice houses with oceanfront views is not wrong. If you’re blessed enough to live in such a home, be thankful. And if God chooses to bless me with one while I’m here on earth, I’ll be thankful. But that’s not what I’m aiming for. My aim is to follow Jesus–even if that means giving up everything I have, if that’s what He asks of me.