Vacation time came and then slipped away. The inconveniences made me long for home. I burnt my arm three times on a hot seat belt clasp in Tennessee over a few days. I told myself, “Remember! Pay attention to the scorching metal and plastic parts.” 🙂
That has never happened to me in New York. Although I heard it was the hottest weather Tennessee has ever experienced. I liked Tennessee a lot though: friendly people, lots of stores nearby, sunshine, good food, plenty of churches.
The love of son and grandson in Tennessee, meeting their friends and a new loved one, the eating out, and checking out of museums, and helping pick out brand new furniture made me dread going back to my reality.
Then my husband and I enjoyed a leisurely drive back home and the dread turned to anticipation and delight in the beauty of our town and the surrounding mountains.
I found joy in my home town responsibilities. I decided not to step down from a board position after all. I chose worship music for a month of Sundays. 🙂
I looked forward to seeing my other children and friends and associates. I declared to many that New York is as beautiful a state as Kentucky and Tennessee and West Virginia and Virginia and Pennsylvania with our mountains and streams and lakes and fluffy clouds.
If the earth takes my breath away, what will heaven be like, with all its perfection? If God astounds me with His answers to prayer and His provision and His peace that He bestows willingly, what will it be like to see Him face to face?
Vacations are great if you can manage one when you’re weary. Sometimes you have to plan or take them close to home, but the rest always makes me appreciate what I sometimes find burdensome or uninspiring.
I never tired of hearing people I care about say, “Welcome home!”
I smiled and said, “Thank you, it’s great to be back.”
Now if I could only convince loved ones in other states to buy a jet plane and visit me on demand.
