I got up early this morning, watched the rain awhile, made Joan a lunch to take with her and the watched the rain some more.
After dressing, I drive the 5.7 miles to my new new home Starbucks.
Upon entering, one of the baristas said, “Pastor Rick, I saw you pull up. Your order is on your usual table. It’s on us this morning. You brighten up our day.”
Grace makes a home. I sat with Dr. GW, my PHd pal, who has been in our home a number of times and is in our heart now. A dozen people greeted me in one way or another while I sat drinking my free coffee and eating my roll.
I am home.My family is here and other educated, intelligent, interesting people. No one has yet told me, “Well, we are just too simple minded to talk with you.” I am home.
This is a good and happy thing. There will be hardships along the way, to be sure, but grace makes a home.
I am more than content.