The novel set in the south with themes of home, family, roots, need for belonging have re-reminded me of my old longing for home, The Home. In a way it echoed the deeper truths I've been reading in Revelation, this world cannot satisfy completely, we were made for something more. Happy truth!
I find myself hungry for anything southern; books, poems, pictures, stories, memories, music. I read the southern novel with relish and when it was over I was still hungry. Why do I not turn to scriptural promises of my eternal home with such vigor? How does my heart forget the happy shadows of earth point to true fulfillment? The Word made flesh for me, revealed to me everyday, for every need, every sorrow, every question; united in love, joy, pain.
I think back over Christmas and remember a conversation with Max. As I was busily preparing the church for Christmas Eve he asked what I was doing. My answer prompted his response "Yes, we're getting ready for Jesus to come." I smiled and responded that that was exactly what we were doing.
Oh, that everyday my life would include preparations for Jesus to come, come to me now. A quiet moment seeking his presence. A prayer connecting me with his heart and will. Moments reflecting on the Word, guiding my actions and thoughts. Preparations for that final coming. The second coming made possible by the first. The day when I go home.










Maggie, "I like your pigtails Adaya!"
Watching Max play in the snow
Max gets excited every time it snows









Three generations
Cousins
California Christmas tree!
Well we're back from our trek to the west coast. It was a long drive and a big undertaking but worth every mile. Willow is delicious. I'm so glad to have met her and look forward to watching her grow. Seeing family was priceless and necessary for my heart. I am trully thankful to have celebrated Thanksgiving with them. I know Max was thrilled to see everyone too. 