As often is the case, a hymn with words to ponder came to mind, I think it speaks for itself.

This World Is Not My Home

1) This world is not my home, 
I'm just a passing through
My treasures are laid up 
Somewhere beyond the blue
The angels beckon me 
from heaven's open door
And I can't feel at home
 in this world anymore

Chorus
Oh Lord, You know I have no friend like you
If heaven's not my home then Lord, 
what will I do
The angels beckon me
from heaven's open door
And I can't feel at home
 in this world anymore

2) I have a loving Mother just up in Gloryland,
And I don't expect to stop
until I shake her hand
She's waiting now for me
in heaven's open door
And I can't feel at home in this world anymore

3) Just over in Gloryland We'll live eternally
The saints on every hand are shouting victory
Their songs of sweetest praise 
drift back from heaven's shore
And I can't feel at home in this world anymore.

The words of this song should beg the question. Are we each one sure of our ultimate home?

I trust that all of you have made the right decision to accept Jesus into your heart and life personally and know without a doubt your ultimate home is Heaven.