I have returned from spending the weekend with my daughter, my mother, my grandmother and her sister.
It was a great time. It was a weekend full of home-cooking, hugs, stories, laughter and a bit of shopping.
We left for our journey back home mid-morning Sunday. Which means I didn't go to church. That hardly ever happens. It is rare that I'm not at a church on Sunday morning. We even go to church when we are on vacation.
I miss it. I miss hearing Gods word preached and hymns sung.
Anna and I made it home just in time for our Sunday evening service. We sat on the back pew because we arrived just after church had begun. The boys looked back and saw me. I wish I had a picture of their faces. It was beautiful. I fell in love with them all over again.
It was a great refreshing weekend away from home. And the homecoming was just as wonderful!