Reflecting on home

being home is more often than not a sobering experience. it fills my portion of the day-to-day slow paced, slow going reality of life. oh my Lord, things are not as they should be. You know this more than anyone. somehow at home this truth is more evident than I could ever prepare myself to know. I know I've grown because of my capacity to yet embrace this time for what it is. yet will I praise You, Savior, Christ Jesus.

"Even to your old age I am he, and to gray hairs I will carry you. I have made, and I will bear; I will carry and will save." Isaiah 46:4