So.
We're back.
We left the land of my heart late on Friday and arrived in Charleston on Saturday afternoon to a freezing rainstorm. Since then, the high hasn't been above 45 degrees (that I'm aware of). My best friend brings me dinner and orders me to bed with two children who are fading fast. We sleep, but are up at 6:00AM to be at church, fluffed and dusted, by 7:15. Feeling jet lagged, I go back to work on Sunday AM to do what I love (thankfully) and lead worship with my dear friend, Martin. Had it not been for coming home to worship - I might not have come. By Sunday afternoon, I'm a total noodle...the kids are somewhere between unstable and delirious. Sleep. Feeling better, we wake on Monday at 9:30 AM... WHAT?? Thankfully, it was a home school day and my best friend was (once again) coming to my rescue with breakfast and an offer to school my child. Bless. Monday night was small group here - after the marathon of feeding, bathing, and putting to bed two children on my own and getting the house ready - and then a long night of comforting Brody as he discovers the art of escaping from his crib by jumping/falling out. Joy. Tuesday, Ethan is back to school to a hero's welcome. Brody busts open his lip meeting the carpet in a crib-diving experiment. I bow out of two meetings just as the last memory of the smell of plumeria wind leaves me. Headache.
Wednesday, I remember to post the last pictures from Hawaii from our last day. I also remember the moments, contrary to the last 3 days, when the Lord allowed me to be very still and peaceful while away. He reminded my heart that, regardless, and in spite of me, He is Good, Sovereign, and not surprised by my (seemingly overly dramatic) re-entry to reality. It is days like these when I, clinging to the cross, run out of words to express to Him my gratitude of His immutability. He is the strength of my heart and is mine forever (psalm 73:26). Thankful. I'm so incredibly grateful to have gone, and so grateful to be back, even if it takes me a bit to say it out loud. :) Greg is home in 6 days, 14 hours and many, many minutes. But I promise, I'm not counting.
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3 comments:
70 degrees tomorrow and Greg comes home in 4 days. Life is looking up... Welcome home Tara! Loved having you back to lead us in worship.
Hang in there! Thanks for sharing your beautiful trip with us!!
Tara, I so loved hearing about your trip to the islands. Ahh, a little piece of heaven.
I will forever equate you and your Sweet Mother with restful reprieve on the shore.
Lately, I've been thinking of that spring back in 1992 - when you swooped in to carry my heart (and Beka's, too).
Thank you again for that!
I'll always love you, agape-style!
xoxo,
M
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