Home

Weekend visitors.
Friday Funday sports at Finkbiner.
Pasadena.
Lemonade.
Summer weather.
Weekend-long sleepovers.
The Nest.
Dinosaur egg oatmeal.
Brown sugar coffee.
The beach.
This place has slowly become home.
But these reminders have been popping up all over.

"So we are always of good courage. We know that while we are at home in the body we are away from the Lord, for we walk by faith, not by sight." 2 Cor. 5:6-7

"Our Father refreshes us along the journey of life with some pleasant inns, but He will not encourage us to mistake them for home." -C.S. Lewis

And a good friend who I've been far from for quite some time, sent me this the other day.


“In friendship…we think we have chosen our peers. In reality a few years difference in the dates of our births, a few more miles between certain houses, the choice of one university instead of another…the accident of a topic being raised or not raised at a first meeting–any of these chances might have kept us apart. But, for a Christian, there are, strictly speaking no chances. A secret master of ceremonies has been at work. Christ, who said to the disciples, “Ye have not chosen me, but I have chosen you,” can truly say to every group of Christian friends, “Ye have not chosen one another but I have chosen you for one another.” The friendship is not a reward for our discriminating and good taste in finding one another out. It is the instrument by which God reveals to each of us the beauties of others.”