I am coming to the end of my travels.  I have enjoyed, really enjoyed, being with my daughter, her husband, and kids.  They bring life to every aspect of the day.  They have accomplished so much and are now beginning a new chapter in their lives.  They bought property with the goal of helping veterans who are returning to the civilian world. These kids have big dreams, but they serve a big God.

 

So, it is difficult to return.  Return to the “normal” which at times you wish was not that way.  Return to things that need to change and have to change for the better.

 

Yet, I return with new dreams and new goals.  After being around my kids, I am inspired to match their efforts and even do more.  Still, I am reminded by Peter, this is not my home.  Home is not 118 Lee Drive.   Home should be heaven.  Home on earth should be with those people who truly love the Son with all that they are.  It is the gathering of people who encourage, laugh, cry, joke, grow, and even hold each other accountable for greater things.

 

Home is where God’s people meet and only with them.  That is home, until I leave and hopefully go to heaven.