HOME

The journey was one I didn’t want to make. But the reluctant obedience had brought blessings and happy, happy times. But now it was over and I was heading home. The travel was not without it pitfalls, not without its anxiety, and not without its danger. But I was purposefully heading home. The anticipation was real 

I came home to a familiar driveway. Thankful to be safely here, I came into the place that I have called Home for 35 years. It was familiar and warm and someone I love the very most on this earth wanted me here. This morning, I woke in my own comfortable bed without a worry or concern about who was already awake in the next room or who I may disturb if I start stirring around. It was restful and comforting and sweet. 

It makes me think about that other Home. There will come a day when I will come home yet again to another place. I believe that it will feel familiar, that I will be astounded at how beautiful and sweet it all is. There will be people there that I love and the one I love best, my Savior, Jesus, will be there. 

I love to think about that home, about what it will be like (and there is so much I don’t know) but to think about how I feel getting home here makes me know that getting Home there will be even better. 

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