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The first three weeks of summer are over. It was a whirlwind that ended on Rattlesnake Ridge. We left the day school ended and headed to Georgia. After Georgia, we headed to Florida for ten days. We were home for a little over a week before heading out on a mission trip to Appalachia in the mountains of Kentucky. We arrived home last night at eleven and got the boys from my in-laws after church this afternoon.

We met them for lunch after church. The boys didn't see us pull up, so when we walked around the car we got to see their eyes light up when they saw us. I'd be willing to bet our eyes were even bigger. We missed them badly.

We held them in the resturaunt for the first twenty or thirty minutes we were there. Joshua kept rubbing his face against mine. Even though we had slept in our house the night before, we weren't home until we got our boys.

In moments like these I'm reminded of God's promises. We sang a song in Sunday School today that closes with these words,

"I looked to Jesus, and I found
In Him my star, my sun;
And in that light of life I’ll walk
’Til pilgrim days are done."

Holding the boys and feeling their longing for us gave another glimpse of the embrace I'm waiting for from my Heavenly Father. I'm not home, yet. These pilgrim days go on and we wait for all things to be made right. The hug of a parent and a child is just another reminder of the restoration of all things. He's coming back and we will hold him, light up to see him, and even be like him. I'm thankful again for eyes of faith to see the promises of his grace.