As newlyweds, we "come home" to our first home together. We enjoy simple comforts and the companionship of our best friend and soul mate. It could be an apartment, condo, or a house . . . but it is always a home. It is a truly beautiful moment to bask in and savor.
Next, as parents, we "come home" with our first child. Though no one could ever be prepared for such a journey; it is one most folks take completely on faith. You open your heart, your lives, your soul to a precious little person who trusts wholly in your love and guidance.
There is the "coming home" of soldiers. Many have seen these tender moments caught on video and aired world-wide. There are proud parents, anxious spouses, fidgety children and faithful families standing in weighted anticipation for those defenders-of-freedom to emerge from a crowd. There are also much more somber moments of weeping and loss as the only greeting is with a flag and sympathy.
There is also the "coming home" for holidays and special events. Moments of tremendous fellowship and family unity. Everything seems richer, deeper, tastier, more special. These are times to capture the love and hold it tight until the next holiday or special event.
And there is the true "coming home" when folks leave this earth and hopefully head toward a much more glorious place. It is both a truly difficult time and a defining time. Sometimes this homeward trek begins WAY too early. Sometimes it is a bumpy and tragic road. Cultivated correctly, the journey is of little consequence compared to the destination.
Whatever home you're headed to . . . I wish for you Godspeed and safe travels.
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