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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.