When You Come Home

I look forward to opportunities to come home and visit family. I love to walk off the airplane and out of the terminal after being away for long periods of time and into the open and waiting arms of unconditional love. It never fails that a smile crosses my face when I see my family at the end of the corridor. It's good to be "home."

As I write I'm reminded of a song by Mark Schultz entitled, "When You Come Home." The chorus goes something like this:

When you come home no matter how far
Run through the door and into my arms
It's where you are loved, where you belong
And I will be here, when you come home

It's become a fairly emotional song for me but you'll probably have to listen to it to better understand why. I am thankful to come home to the loving embrace of my family but it is in these times that I am also reminded of how thankful I am to be able to fall into the open arms of God's unconditional love. Coming home evokes a lot of emotions within me, however, I did not expect to come home to an unexpected welcoming committee.

Sara and I arrived in Orlando this morning around 10:30 having already been up since about 4am (which I believe is way too early for any kind of physical activity outside of breathing, and maybe some small amounts of snoring). We were thankful and grateful to not only have arrived but to have arrived safely because the "welcoming committee" I alluded to was...Hurricane Charley! Now, we are sitting on the couch in front of the television as the hurricane hits the west coast of Florida and travels toward Orlando. I believe life is always an adventure but I didn't expect to land right in the middle of this wild ride to begin our vacation.

I pray God's hand of protection is over everyone within the line of this powerful storm!