Because I am Home…


Because I am home, I am able to see this unfold over a 5-day period.

Just scribbles in a notebook, to some.

The unfolding of a rose, to me.

I knew it was profound when – on the fifth day – I watched in awe as my daughter slowly and silently told her pencil which way to go, disciplining her brain and her fingers to create a God-thought-of number that little girls have been meeting for centuries.

I knew it was profound when my spirit’s instantaneous response was to praise God.

A slow little miracle. That I got to see. Because I am home.