Little treasures of home

Small things just seem to make the world’s difference. It is the small things we remember and cherish forever.

Like getting home and seeing my dad’s Bible lying in the kitchen. The smell of fish and salt and sand when my sister picked me up as she had been out fishing with friends for the morning. Conversations on the bus and plane about God and His endless grace. Friends phoning while working and making plans to see you while you’re home, ready for adventures to the beach and on their farms. How super green & tropical it seems here even though it’s winter. The sun coming down on your skin. The wind picking up a little. Driving past places and all the memories just rushing back of things that happened there. How excited the dogs are to see you when you get home and my sister saying “Sniffels(the dog) is back to normal – I’ve given her therapy everyday, a 2 hour cuddle session, like literally, everyday!”(She’s referring to the fact that our house got broken into and our one dog had been severely traumatized after being tazered & beaten by intruders)

It’s good to be home…

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