After two weeks and three thousand miles, it was good to be finally pulling into our own driveway Saturday night. Though our journey was cut short by a kerfuffle in our original plans, we were able to spend quality time with old friends and family members some of whom we hadn’t seen in over thirty years. Other than feeling oddly disoriented and slightly worn out, we are grateful for how God has brought us through safe and sound. This morning as I was busying myself with cleaning and planning our next project, it struck me that no matter where we lay our heads at night, we really are never truly home, till we find our home with God. Only He is our Father, our Savior, our Comforter, our Defender, our Hope, our Salvation, and our Dearest Friend. God made a lonely place in the desert, where Jacob’s only pillow was a stone, into the House of God. Isaiah tells of someone who becomes the shadow of a rock in a weary land. David discovered God to be His Shepherd, preparing a banquet table for him in the wilderness. So, wherever you are, no matter how distant from your familiar surroundings, God is able to make it home by His grace. The great question is not where we feel comfortable, but what we learn along our journey, who we have loved and served, and if our heart finds its rest in God.

Along the way, we spent time in the Catskills, a small New England town and at a lake house in the Endless Mountains of NE Pennsylvania. Here are just a few photos from our journey.