As I turned the car, the moon came into view. A full moon....large, glowing...almost the color of a harvest moon. In its light, I could see the outline of mountains to the left of the busy freeway.
But in my mind, I was on a country road looking across moonlit corn fields...
...Home.
Home. What a comforting word. The place you're always accepted and always welcomed, even when you haven't lived there for years. The place you can laugh and talk or just sit quietly with no words exchanged at all because you know each other so well the silence is comfortable...no need to fill every second with conversation.
At some point in our lives, it may be impossible to go home. But God has equipped us with feelings and memories. Home can be forever in our hearts whether we can go there physically or not.
And that is where I was the other night as I looked at the full moon, thousands of miles away from where I grew up. I took a trip home. Remembered all the faces of loved ones who now wait for me in heaven. Thought of the beauty of flat lands and corn fields against the night sky. Heard the laughter of days gone by.
It made me smile...
remembering...
Home.
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