Yesterday as we roamed DC, Ginny asked, “When are we going home?” “We won’t be home (referring to Jeff’s parent’s house in Belton) until the end of October,” I replied. “No,” she said, “I mean the people’s house we will be staying at tonight.”
After traveling the east coast for a month now, home to Ginny is a place where we stay one night only to pack up and move onto another house the following night. What a sweet reminder to me that this world is not my home. We too are just passing through on route to my mansion in heaven!
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