I feel very blessed to have had a
roof over my head my entire life - a place to call home, a place where one
feels comfortable, safe, and loved. Whether it was my home while I was growing
up or the house my wife and I currently live in, it’s nice to be home, but
sometimes it’s nice to get away and enjoy a change of scenery.
My wife and I are celebrating our
25th wedding anniversary this year, so we decided to check an item
off our bucket list and go to Hawaii. After enduring a seemingly endless
Midwest winter, it was a perfect time to head to a tropical climate. The eight-hour
flight was a bit trying at times, but the excitement of the vacation helped us
endure. Once we landed, we were welcomed by the warm, humid Pacific air. It was
a refreshing change from the cold, dehydrated air of the Midwest. Over the next
few days we took in all the sights and activities we possibly could.
We took
several hikes and long drives, enjoying the lush green mountains, crystal blue
water, and the array of trees and flowers. I just couldn’t get enough of the beautiful
landscape. On the fifth day of our trip, something bizarre, yet typical
happened, we got homesick. As much as we enjoyed other people making our bed and
straightening up after us everyday, we looked forward to getting back home to
family and friends. We spent the final days relaxing and soaking up the sun.
Sure, the eight-hour flight back
wasn’t as exciting as the flight there, but it was comforting to know we would
soon be home. We were welcomed by snow covered grass, dreary skies and cold,
dry air…I instantly missed Hawaii.
John 16:22 So with you: Now is
your time of grief, but I will see you again and you will rejoice, and no one will
take away your joy.
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