I'm heading to St. Louis to visit my Dad this week. He turns 89 on Tuesday and I'm so blessed to be celebrating another birthday with him.
Thanks to Facebook, I recently got back in touch with my childhood BFF Lisa. We've always traded Christmas cards but it's been at least ten years since we last saw each other. We're giddy as schoolgirls with plans to see each other tomorrow. I doubt we get much sleep as we have so much catching up to do.
Growing up, I lived in one home and attended one church. Since leaving home, I've lived in 13 different homes and attended five churches. Sigh. While I wouldn't change a thing (well, there were those two years between age 22 and 24...) I miss the stability of my childhood home and church. Lisa is a tie to both and I'm so excited to "go home".
I should mention Terry and I have lived in our current home for 14 years and I doubt I'll be looking for a new church any time soon. Contented sigh. I am home, and I'm looking forward to visiting my childhood home. God is so good.