There's nothing like climbing into your own bed after being away for a week.Feeling your comfy mattress underneath you. Cozying up in your perfectly clean, soft sheets. Sinking in. Everything familiar. Everything as it should be.
Ahhh, sweet relief as you doze off to sleep.
As relaxing as vacation can be, there's just something amazingly simple and comforting about coming home. Sure, my fridge & cupboards are empty, I can't find my flip flops and I have to unpack, but being home feels so right.
Going away for a week truly makes me appreciate how much I take the simple pleasures of life for granted and it always brings me into a space of complete humility. Last night as I climbed into bed, I took a moment to reflect on how truly blessed I am. There are no words to describe how thankful I am.
As I sit here & reflect I am in awe at the character of a God who brings all of this about by the simple act of climbing into a bed. What a quirky, gracious, and simply complex God I serve. A God that knows me so well and whispers in my ear "Welcome Home."
