Home.
Great word isn't it? Safe, secure, familiar, comforting, warm, loving, friendly...
Shortly after birth,our newest grandson had to be airlifted to an area NICU. Lots of loving people work there whose skilled hands and tender hearts gave us great comfort.
It was not home, however. Being there was not normal, it was not what we had expected. It was scary.
But with God's mercy and the power of prayer, our newest grandson is home. He met his sister for the first time. He met his puppy, too. He is sleeping in his own bed, wearing his own precious liitle clothes.
No strangers . No very sick babies next door. (God, please look over them.) No alarms beeping. No needles, tubes, blood drawing.
Great word, isn't it?
Home.