Can you hear the excitement in my voice? I am still coming down from a major high (natural, no worries) from this weekend.
Friday started with getting to make a visit to Denise and John Jacobus (Denise was my 8th grade English teacher) at Ideuma Creek Alpacas. We missed the birth of a cria by only 10 minutes, and the kids got to pet some older cria. The animals were amazing, as was visiting with someone I haven't seen in FOREVER.
Then:
I had the great privilege of going to the place I consider home this weekend. While it is not the town in which I grew up, it is the town in which I grew my children. It was the first place where we settled down, made friends, joined a church, and really settled into a community. I had mixed feeling about this trip. I wasn't sure if I would walk out in tears, glad to have left, joyous, or a combination.
It was fun to see people I hadn't seen in a couple years, to eat at some of our favorite places, and to just look around and reminisce. We even got to go to our favorite water park, Roseland Water Park!
This morning, I went to church, MY church. This is the church that my children grew up in, and the first I had ever joined. Not much had changed, which is a good thing. Sometimes we just need to go back to what we have always known, just for comfort, kwim?
So, the weekend is over, it's back to real life, but I am so glad that I put the time and effort into this trip. It helped heal my soul some, encouraged me to keep on growing, and assured me that, no matter where life may take me, there is a place where I can still return at any time to open and loving arms.
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