The Man and I are winding down an extensive road trip. It was billed as our 30th Anniversary Tour, and has almost reached 30 days in its entirety. How ironic is that? I've enjoyed sharing several "Postcards From The Road" posts with those who keep up with me. It’s truly been an amazing trip. We’ll have covered some 5,000 miles by the time we get home and experienced some once-in-a-lifetime moments; I couldn’t have wished for anything more.
While we’re blessed, and so thankful, to be able to enjoy this season of life, there are days, whenever we’ve been away this long, that I miss the sights, the smells, the familiarity of home.
And so we press on, in the homeward stretch of the journey.
There’ll be a rush of adrenaline in a day or two, turning down the street that’s been ours for 21 years. There’ll be precious loved ones to hug and share souvenirs with, and longtime neighbors to wave hello to in the yard. These are but a few of the joys in going home.
Can you imagine the joys that await us at the end of life’s earthly journey? I recall the lyrics to an old, old song my dear parents used to sing. The chorus said: "When I've gone the last mile of the way; I will rest at the close of the day; And I know there are joys that await me; When I've gone the last mile of the way."
I can hardly wait.
I'm happy to link up with Charlotte and Ginger today, for "Spiritual Sundays."