There's no place like home.

Dallas can go on without me. I am HOME and loving it!! It is where I belong, and that is a great thing. Our MOPS convention was a lot of work but rewarding in some respects. Even though I was lonely at times, I was able to spend a lot of time reading, walking and praying. Those were good times, needed times. God was faithful to speak to me with some of the things I had been talking to Him about.

Life at home went on without me - Patrick and the kids weathered my absence just fine. I know that the little hole that I left empty while I was gone impacted them in some ways - that's what being a part of a family means. We notice when someone is gone; their presence is so necessary to the function of the family no matter who they are. I don't envy Patrick's traveling (he's leaving for Montana tomorrow); it's hard to be away from home. I am so thankful that I had the reminder of what home is to me.