Going Home

Going home.

What do you think of when you hear those words? I think of warmth, light, belonging, comfort, love.

I see a Thomas Kincaid painting of a beautiful house at dusk with all windows full of light and welcome.

I see farmhouses silhouetted across the sunset with their yard lights shining a beacon in the darkness.

“We live as those who are on journey home: a home we know will have the lights on and the door open and our Father waiting for us when we arrive.

That means in all adversity our worship of God is joyful, our life is hopeful, our future is secure.

There is nothing we can lose on earth that can rob us of the treasures God has given us and will give us.”

~John Oxenham 1852-1941 (pen name for William Dunkerley, novelist, poet, and hymnist “In Christ There is No East or West”)

Home Again, Home Again Jiggety Jig…

After a week away, including 16 hours in the car going and another 16 hours coming home, I can truly say with Laura Ingalls, “Home is the nicest place there is!”

We had an amazing time at Rhea Perry’s annual Entrepreneurial Days Conference in Atlanta (more on that later!) But after a week in the big city this country gal had to come home!

I needed to breath deep in the fresh country air.

I needed to see green and growing things and savor the vistas and horizons.

I needed to hear the birds sing, crickets chirp, and the song of the cicadas.

I needed to be still and quiet.

I needed to be surrounded by my children, my chickens, my books, and my flowers. I guess I just needed to be me again.

Oh, it’s good to be home! Sometimes it takes a time away to appreciate again all the things that home is. (Yes, even the laundry, cleaning, and cooking!)

So…if you’ll excuse me… I need to get back to my wonderful life here in rural America, where I am definitely enjoying the comfort of my blue jeans and cotton tees!