I carried this picture in my mind as our plane landed in Minnesota earlier today. It was my first time flying alone with both boys, and if I wasn’t convinced of the Lord’s kindness towards me before, I am now. Both boys slept almost the entire trip. It’s as if He knew I was especially sad today.
I’m also convinced of the Lord’s sense of humor when I, myself, awoke from a brief nap to find my toddler hovering over me and laughing. It just so happens that while I was asleep, my eldest managed to acquire a set of Southwest Airlines wings and apply them ever so gently to my upper lip. I was hoping it was just a dream when I heard Sam loudly exclaim, “Look, Momma, it’s a mustache!”
No matter how much time passes, leaving home never gets easier. A place where families love us so incredibly well. Where there are friendships so deep in my heart that I physically ache to be away from them. Where little cousins are becoming the closest of friends. Where there’s a mother, who after all these years, still snuggles with me on the couch. And most importantly, Chick-fil-A.
I have no room to complain, though. I returned to another home today, sweet in some of the very same ways. A beautiful city filled with a church, neighborhood, and people that we love immensely, and with a peace that we are exactly where the Lord wants us to be.
On days like today, however, I resonate with the young boy in the 1994 Caldecott winner, Grandfather’s Journey,
“…But I also miss the mountains and rivers of my childhood. I miss my old friends. So I return now and then, when I can not still the longing in my heart.
The funny thing is, the moment I am in one country, I am homesick for the other.”