Home Again

This is the day!  I am going back home – from one side of the country to the other – from California back to Alabama.  It has only been six days, but it seems much longer.  That is not to say that I didn’t enjoy it, because I did.  I went to a wonderful conference – huge, overwhelming, full of information, brimming with new ideas.  It was great!  It was fun!

And since I was in Anaheim, I went to Disneyland.  I really did.  I felt like maybe I should borrow a child from someone, but I didn’t.  I just went.   All by myself.  My hotel was close enough that I could walk, so I did.  And I had a ball.  I rode the rides.  I went to the shows.  I learned how to draw Tigger and Goofy.  I got a grape soda pin like the one from UP.  I had so much fun!  But, I was still all by myself.  What I really wanted was my family – my husband, my son, people I love.  I wanted the people who know me best.  The ones who know when to say, “NO!  You absolutely do not need to ride that!” or “YES! I want to do that, too.”  I needed someone to be a part of the memories.  Someone to say, “Remember when . . .” and we all remember. Someone to be in the pictures.   Someone who knows what was funny and why.  Someone who doesn’t need any explanations. 

 

That is what God must be like.  The One who knows me best.  The One who knows what will scare me and what will thrill me.  The One who gets the jokes and shares the memories.  The One who remembers.  The One who forgives and forgets.  The One who knows why I would go to Disneyland all by myself and have still have fun.