It’s funny because we just finished a series called Home for the Holidays at church, and last week our pastor talked about how there are so many instances when we desperately long for the comfort and familiarity of home. The message went on to explain that even though our earthly homes may not be perfect, we have a heavenly Father waiting to welcome us with open arms into His heavenly home…
I’m always amazed by God’s timing and how He allows me to hear exactly what I need, at precisely the moment I need to hear it. We just settled in tonight around 7:30 after spending four days celebrating the holidays with Garth’s family. It was fantastic to feel the energy of a big family Christmas, see C. getting lots of good Gma and Gpa time, sit back and relax and share food and fun with each other.
Yet, each night I was reminded that sleepless nights weren’t quite a thing of the past. I grew evermore fearful of what sort of crying, fussing, out-right refusals to sleep we would encounter. I’m sure it has something to do with the top tooth which made it’s debut on Wednesday morning, among the other variables that differed from his normal routine. Thanks to the help of my fabulous hubby, we survived with only a few tears shed and one dose of children’s Tylenol (the last night of course!)
Even though the bedtime wasn’t back to “normal” yet tonight, there’s something refreshing about returning home after time away. As I think about these last hours of 2007, make my resolution list for 2008, the idea of “home” will certainly be in my thoughts.