This world is not my home,
I’m just a passing through
My treasures are laid up somewhere beyond the blue …….
This song tells it all.
The world is our transition. Even the people we meet along the way. Seasons change year after year from summer into autumn and then winter into spring and back into summer again.
We were told life on earth is a transition, a pathway into an even more beautiful place called heaven.
Today, I am sharing some pictures of the world we live in. It is a lovely place to transit.
For this week’s challenge, share an image that depicts transition.