Home

The sound of laughter drifts down the hall and old floor boards creak while the sound of little feet pattering around brings a smile to His face. A lazy summer sun slants through faded gingham curtains billowing gently in the breeze, bringing with it the smell of ripe wheat fields ready to harvest and sweet honeysuckles that are blooming in the backyard. Crickets are making themselves known as the sun dips down behind the barn, the day is coming to a close. We are all gathered in the dining room, children and adults all at one long table. Some faces you know and some are newcomers but all are welcome in His house at His table. Small chubby hands join with calloused rough hands and all heads bow to give thank to He who has provided for and loved us.

We are finally Home under one roof with our Father and that indeed is something to give thanks for.

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I can only imagine what this day might be like when we finally go home with to be with Him. This is how I might imagine it, how do you imagine it?

Justine N.

The time for tears has passed, the salty streaks are all that marks their passage. Eyes void of emotion stare out, unseeing into a world full of unknowns. Sheer will is the only thing keeping trembling knees from collapsing from beneath her. Fear runs unconfined while doubts and despair takes an ever strengthening hold. Eyes flutter closed as shuddering breaths come from between white thinly drawn lips, composure is just an illusion. A gentle tremor in the limbs becomes ever more violent as knees give way. Hands tremble even as they clasp tighter to cover her face, maybe in hopes of hiding or maybe just in hopes of keeping ever slipping emotions contained.


- This isn't finished...but right now I don't see a way out...