Homeward Bound

I've been thinking a lot about home lately...this happens to me every fall. I wake up with cold toes and run to the window hoping to see red leaves on the trees or maybe a frost on the window...or a dusting of snow on the ground. Instead...there are palm trees, clear blue sky, and a huge warm sun. I don't mean to complain, I'm learning to find contentment in each place, remembering that each place has been created for beauty and glory, and remembering that each placed I'm placed in is in God's hands. I've also been feeling a lot more settled about this knowing that wherever God puts me, He's put Greg there too, and that makes it home. But God is loving and, as I've learned so many times, although He calls me to contentment, He also loves to bless me. The blessing this week was the opportunity to get home to Vermont at Christmas. We wondered about the problem of time and feasibility for this trip, but God opened the door and last night we bought tickets! I am overjoyed of course. So in a few short weeks we'll leave the sunny tropics of Ft. Lauderdale and arrive in swirling snow in Boston where we'll start the snowy drive back to Vermont. That sentence gives both Greg and I shivers, but for totally different reasons. Greg can't think about snow without his toes and fingers starting to go numb, but the thought of seeing my family, friends, and beautiful state gets me so excited.