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Can you go home?

It has been  a long time!  I have missed you old friend!

So much has happened in the time since I was last on this blog.  How does it pass so quickly?  What have I don't with it all?  It seems unreal my last post was in November of 2012.  This blog had become a place of comfort for me.  Somewhere I could pour out my thoughts, often helping me to work through situations and events which occurred daily in my life.  It was such a priority and then one day there wasn't enough time.  One day turned into several then dozens then hundreds.  I don't know whether it made a difference to anyone except me; however, almost daily now I am receiving comments from anonymous viewers about various posts they are stumbling across while "surfing the web".  So, I decided it was also time for me to return.

Much has happened over the past 15 months.  The following is a brief recount and many of these things will be topics for later postings.

1.  We have returned to Amherst, Virginia leaving behind our little church in Florida.

2.  I lost my father to end-stage lung disease in November 2013.

3.  We lost our beloved Jack Russell Terrier to cancer the same month.

4.  There is a new granddaughter on the way - which makes 4!

5.  We finally sold our house in North Carolina after a long 5 year journey of lessons.

There is so much more, but all in time.  Today is about returning home.  While we were seeking the Lord regarding leaving Florida we were told "You can never go back".   We struggled with this.  Would we be disappointed in going back?  How much different would it be?  Were they right, could we not go back?  I have never known my husband to really love a place as much as he did Amherst.  I really wanted him to be where he was happy.  At the same time, I wanted to make sure we were not just giving up and leaving because it was difficult.  Worse yet, I did not want us to disobey the Lord's calling.  For months we went back and forth, me often playing "devil's advocate".  In the end, we returned.  In essence, we did come home.  It is the same comfortable place in many ways.  In others, it is different and yet still good.

We returned to our house which had not sold.   On arrival, there were dozens of people waiting to help us unload.  Some of them we knew and some not.  They came because there were told we were coming home.  People told us over and over again, "We are so glad you are back!" or "You finally decided to come home".  Honestly, we were overwhelmed and blessed at the same time.  The first few weeks were so odd.  It was like we had never gone anywhere, like the previous year had been a dream or a memory.  It was hard to process.  Before too long we had settled back into a familiar routine.

When I think about the Lord, I think of home.  He is always there.  The solid foundation, never changing.  As Christians, we eagerly await going "home" to be with the Father.  Our heavenly home.  Where we as brothers and sisters in Christ will be together as family.  Scripture tells us Jesus has gone to prepare a place for us.  John 14:1-3 says "Don't be troubled.  You trust God, now trust in me.  There are many rooms in my Father's home, and I am going to prepare a place for you.  If this were not so, I would tell you plainly.  When everything is ready, I will come and get you, so that you will always be with me where I am."

We are so grateful our return has been a homecoming.

In His service
Mally

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