We walked into our home last night after a week long vacation to Texas. It smelled brand new again, fresh paint and wood. I couldn’t decide why my heart skipped a beat until a few minutes later. It’s because I remember what it was like coming home from vacations in our last house. Walking in to the home and having its homemade smell hit us as a greeting. We’d say “It smells like when we first moved it” and we’d smile and remember how exciting that was for us, since it was our dream home. Now time marched on, we are expectantly waiting to greet our loved ones in heaven when that day will come. We are in our new house, with our new family, with new dreams. Both places were filled with God and love. It’s just different in the remembering part. My faith has brought me to a place where I know God is with us, He won’t ever leave, and He will carry us through the remembering and into our futures, whatever they may be. Two weeks ago today we closed on that other dream home. It now belongs to a new family with their own hopes and dreams. May they return from vacations full of excitement of what their future holds as well.
I wrote this as part of “Five Minute Friday” hosted by Lisa Jo Baker. It’s my first time joining it. Thanks for stopping by : )