Coming Home is like a breath of fresh air. Even through the smog, the hustle and bustle of LAX, through the busy crowds and racing people--I feel at ease. This is what is familiar to me. I see a little girl, curls in her petite ponytail, a smile on her face, a playful bounce in her young steps, and as I watch her gaze up at her strong and all-knowing daddy, I am reminded of my childlike state. Within minuets I experience my version of this little girl's bouncing, smiling, dependent and endearing little world. The Hawaiian Islands deliver me back home-safe and sound....
As I say goodbye to BEST friends, I say hello to SOULmates-- I step down from a green curb and squeeze him. His arms hold me. His hands are familiar, his embrace brings home, summer, excitement, joy and balance flooding into my little world. I jump into a crowded car. Kiss my daddy, smooch my sisters, and unabashedly embrace my mother. THIS is where I belong.
THIS night was a small whisper, "Thank you Lord for the family I have, the friends you have blessed me with, the opportunities you have provided me, the love you share. Thank you for every hug, smile, laugh and comfort in my life. Thank you for knowing me, much better than I know myself. Thank you Lord."
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"The words of a whisperer are like delicious morsels; they go down into the inner parts of the body." Proverbs 26:22
