Settling in . . .

Well, were getting settled. We've moved back to a place that very much feels like home. We were greeted by "welcome home" signs with cute sayings and loving remarks. A crew was ready to unload and help us unpack. There were even a few "tween" girls who moved through boxes faster than we could hand them out.

Living here is better than therapy. Words fail to express the relief I feel in this place. Our new home is in the country, far from the elitism I experienced in my previous vocation. Here I feel like one of the family. Here I am loved and respected.

May all our homecomings be joyful.

In the promises and sacrifice of Jesus for our sins we have the promise of moving away from the trials and ridicule of this life into our homeland of the New Jerusalem. Our citizenship is in Heaven. All our trials here (personal, physical, economic, etc.) are shadows of the wages of sin . . . death. We bear these crosses in Christian patience as our Lord sees fit to permit them and in all things He strengthens our faith unto life everlasting.

I pray that all your homecomings would be joyful all your days until the final reunion promised us in heaven.

~ Companion