No Place Like Home

Well, back to the real world.  The flights went perfectly yesterday, and we were home by 11 p.m. and in bed by 11:30.  When I woke up at 8:30 this morning, the book I was reading was still lying on my chest!  I hadn’t moved all night long, highly unusual for me.  Guess I must have been tired.

I wish I were as young as the girl in the picture!  Well, no, not really.  I’m happy just as I am 🙂

Anyway, back to normal. Laundry, catching up with email, bills, etc.

One of the things I most enjoyed about our trip was that we had no responsibilities, no schedule, no one else to take care of. We came and went as we pleased; we all treasured our time at the beach doing absolutely nothing.  We really, truly rested, and I think all three of us realized what a privilege it was to be able to go on a vacation where we didn’t have to cook, clean, do laundry, or watch over anyone but ourselves.

Women are caretakers.  It’s just what we do.  That’s fine, and I wouldn’t want it to be any other way, but it sure was nice to  put that role on hold for a few days.

We were waiting for Rick and Terry to come pick us up at the airport when a young man approached us to ask if we lived in Center City (Philly, for those of you who don’t know).  His story was that his cousin was supposed to come pick him up, but was in a car accident on the way and wasn’t going to make it.  He had no money, having lost his job in Florida, so couldn’t take the train. He was just hoping he could get a ride from someone  there at the airport, but he wasn’t having any luck.  He seemed like the real thing, not a con artist, and I felt bad that we couldn’t help him out.

In just a few minutes, Rick and Terry pulled up.  I told Terry about the guy, and Terry walked over to him to offer him some money so he could get a train. Terry started to witness to him, and the guy had this great big smile and said he already knew the Lord, and   he was so glad to meet another believer.  The last we saw of him, he was headed back into the terminal. I hope he finally made it home, and I’m glad Terry shared my desire to help him.  And even if it was a con, it doesn’t matter.  I’d rather help someone and lose the money than refuse to help someone who really needs it. God knows all about it.

Anyway, it was kind of a cool way to end our trip.

Back to Bible study on Monday.  I’m going to start a study on Galatians, and then Ephesians.  Already reading and studying, and I’m very excited about it.