home: good or bad?

home sweet home. home sour home. which one sounds most familiar to you?

Last week I decided to do some serious abiding with a week long sabbath at home. The weather managed to delay my trip one day, but as soon as the roads opened up, I was all-wheel-driving 3 hours southwest. Fortunately, home is a sweet place for me. For some reason, this trip ended up becoming more reflective than any others. Tuesday, when I arrived, I had a few hours to kill before I could pick up P & M from daycare, so I found myself driving down mainstreet. 15 mph. no faster, no slower. Any other day, if someone in front of me was driving that slow, I'd probably be annoyed, but Tuesday afternoon, I was THAT driver. Amazing how much more you see when you slow down. Worthington is a town rich in culture and diversity, so our downtown has wonderful assets. Asian Food Stores, Mexican restaurants, a bakery, second hand clothing stores, the county courthouse, and of course, The Long Branch. Snow covered fish houses looked like little specs of pepper out on Lake Okabena. Sandy brown snow lined the edge of the street. Time for a fresh snow to clean up the mess!

All this driving around made me realize how fortunate I am to have a home I enjoy coming back to! Yeah, it's a small town, lots of familiar faces, but that's the great part! Everywhere I go, I recognize someone. I guess that can be good and bad. What is home like for you? Is it a place where you get rest, or a place you need to get away from in order to rest? My prayer for all of you today is that wherever you call home, you may find some peace, joy, and rest. Just don't agree to babysit 2 wild nieces, and I'm sure you'll find the rest you need!