MY CUP RUNNETH OVER . . . (1-1/2 cups)

We were welcomed at the door of our office with letters and gifts from “home.”  Hooray!!  Receiving love from our beloved children lifted our spirits amid the trying days and chaos of progress in our office.  There is a big, strong black man that delivers our snail mail.  His presence is so welcome that his ample girth may be a job requirement for withstanding attacks of anticipation from homesick missionaries serving here from the far reaches of the globe in places they call home.  Now that we have left our home forever, I realize that home can also be defined as a familiar, warm connection with a place where some of life’s greatest blessings transpire.  The memories of such a home can be carried about in the sacred chambers of the heart, even when “brick and mortar” no longer provide occupancy.  How grateful we are for those memories and the beloved children, grandchild, family and friends that have residency in our thoughts and hearts and motivate us to carry on in the face of adversity.  There is beauty all around when there’s love in our hearts . . . and homes.