So I've just left my second home, where we become a family of 11. My three are now in bed, jeep is unloaded, and my house is quiet. What is this strange lack of noise that fills my home? All that remains is the hum of computer tower and ringing in my ears. But silence? It's deafening. The course of my thoughts, as I now have no one else to listen to but me:
I love my home, and my home away from home. I love my life. I love God. I love my kids. I am so immeasureably blessed.
So I began plotting my dream vacation slash alternate life. What if I could get away, go anywhere? What is my dream destination? I've always been infatuated with the mountains, have never really envisioned myself on a beach or by the ocean. (Read Mom to the Little Lord's and Ladies blog to discover a water person I am not!) So anyway, back to what I dream: Mountains, hikes, evergreen forests, a well-heated home on a foundation, someone to share it with.
But the bossy, critical side of me sees the flaws: Snow, lots and lots of snow. Steep winding roads that drop to nothing on one side. Critters that live in the forests. The someone you share it with.
But I still dream. I believe dreams keep us going when we need hope, something to look forward to. When our innermost self cries out, "This can't be all there is!"
God said he would never leave me nor forsake me, and when my father and mother forsake me, He shall take me up (adopt me as his own) He knows the thoughts he thinks toward us, not of evil but of peace, to give us a hope and a future. His mercies are new every morning.
So if y'all are not too busy on the beach beside the ocean, there's room on my mountain for you. Come by anytime.
Healthy, happy and well on this Ozark Hilltop