Monday, May 12, 2025 Westward Ho, and Home We Go

Our hearts are often tugged out West, where most of our children and all of our grandchildren live. Every so often, we follow the tug of our hearts and point our car westward. We’ve been out there so often, I think our car knows the way, but we still keep hands firmly on the wheel. And by “we” I mean my husband, since I don’t do any of the driving. We are both happy with this arrangement, thank the Lord.

I had thought, as usual, to keep up with this blog. And also as usual, I did not. I don’t mind this tug-of-war between plans and reality. It’s become part of the syncopated rhythm of my life when we travel.

And now, just a small sampling of our time away. I might share more in future blog posts.

At the end of three weeks, our car rolled back into our familiar driveway. As if to herald our arrival, a rainbow was in the sky and our crabapple tree held out arms full of pink blossoms.

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There’s no place like home.

Praise God from whom all blessings flow

I’ll probably do what with this in the morning? (This is a test, to see if you remember)