After traveling for my "day job" for the majority of the biz week & immediately turning around & driving to a relatively nearby destination last weekend, I was ready to be home this weekend.
I wrote this on our newly painted chalkboard wall in our kitchen the other day, & the expression still stands true today.
At the end of the day, or week, or trip, it's soooooo good to be home.
"If you knew who walked beside you at all times, you could never experience fear again."
A Course in Miracles
Need to remind myself of this. I think I'm pretty good about knowing God is always there for me, which gives me comfort & assurance that all is well in my world. However, I could be better about praying.