No Place Like Home

My hair is washed for the first time in a week.  I just washed my face with water for the first time in a week as well (had to just use astringent and cotton balls to keep my incision from getting wet). Nothing like a real shower (where you don’t have to wear shower shoes), clean dry hair, and clean clothes.  Camping was awesome, but home is bliss.   The washer and dryer are humming, the kids are napping, Jeff is gone to work, and I am happily sighing–there’s no place like home.  What a sweet, precious vacation we had.  FULL of friends, family, and memory-making.  Not very full of sleep, but that’s ok. 🙂  But while all of it was refreshing, fun, and so very needed, there’s no place like home.  I love home, even our little apartment. I love our beds–all of them, that beckon each of us to ease out of each day’s burdens and lose ourselves in God’s gift of sleep…sleep…sssslll…zzzzz…oops, sorry.   I love our WCC family and am so excited to worship with them tonight.  There’s nowhere else I’d rather be.  I love the people we serve alongside.  I love the hills of West Linn. I love the people.  So thankful to be home. There’s no place like it.  I bet it will be this same sweet feeling, except a million times greater, when we finally awake in glory.  A long wonderful but tiring journey behind us, and finally seeing the place we were created to enjoy.  Home is a glorious thing.  There’s no place like it.