Going home morning. I am awake early, make cowboy coffee, read the Ancient Text, and write my prayers. My lover sleeps. I love sitting with her this way, she always sleeps the rest of the innocent. It is who she is. We fly home today at 1:45p.m., eight hours to Philadelphia, a three-hour layover, and get to Knoxville at 8:55 this evening. Coming home from abroad is an ordeal; it will be a 16-hour day. But it is a part of a grace-filled life. One cannot expect to travel halfway around the world and arrive feeling like you had just strolled through the tulips. Travel is one of the deepest desires in humans, to explore, to search out, and reach beyond our vision to other worlds. It is Godly and from God. Why else would the earth be so beautiful if He didn’t intend us to go see it and, in the seeing, give Him praise? My lover awakens and kisses the top of my head. From far away. lee
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| Leaving Spain. |
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