Today I went home.
And drank deeply from the great strength and beauty I found there.
I crossed a few of its bridges--
bridges which have known my footsteps before
walked along riverbanks that had not.
I saw the beauty and the power of God's creation
in a new, very exciting, personal way
and my heart overflowed with the deep emotions I felt.
They were perfect moments there-
alone, but not alone-
in the midst of nature
I would have loved to stay longer
but it was time to return to my real home.
So I walked back to the place where Farmer Boy waited for me...
and we drove away.
Tonight, I sit curled up in our recliner.
I browse through the photos of the day,
reliving again and again what I experienced there in those precious moments of time.
And then it dawns on me...
I have not left that sweet, sweet place after all--
for it has somehow become part of me,
imprinted forever on my heart and in my mind
because of that I can
always go to my sweet, sweet home when I want to.