Nance and I made it safely home - to be picked up at the airport by daughter and two grandsons. I sat between the grandsons on the ride home and read a book to them. Nance and daughter sat in the front and chatted. It was a fabulous end to a long trip. And the view over the ice fields of the North Atlantic and Greenland were spectacular, to say nothing of the Canadian Rockies!!!!
Church Sunday AM and the wonderful greetings of old friends. Our house, big kitchen, Lay-Z-Boys in the family room and our wonderful bed feel so great. But are we home? I am not sure it will ever be quite the same. We so enjoyed our stay in France. We met so many wonderful new friends and associates. We learned so much more history on our weekend outings that we will never be the same - at least I hope not. There is so much more to see and so much more to learn. (I could say that I can't wait to go back; but I really can - at least until afer I see all of my grandkids and kids again, and can share some minute portion of our experiences.)
I am reminded of the old spiritual song "This world is not my home." This wonderful house is my home only when Nance and I and some of our kids and grandkids or frineds are here. Our home is where our heart is; and now it is spread out all over the world - from coast to coast in the USA, to Tanzania, to Nairobi, to Grenoble, to Adelboden. And this is all just temporary!!! Thank you, God, for the wondrous way we are wrought.
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