I'm coming home
I'm coming home
Tell the world I'm coming home
Let the rain wash away all the pain of yesterday
I know my kingdom awaits and they've forgiven my mistakes
I'm coming home, I'm coming home
Tell the world that I'm coming
Coming home is the hardest part. I have plenty of trips where I've out stayed my welcome. I'm ready to leave, I need my own bed, kitchen, and space. I feel like I can't rest so home is where I need to be
Dear Beach, you are not one of these places. You, my soothing friend, are a slice of pie, breath of heaven, my perfect place. We miss you already. We missed you before we pulled out the driveway, we even missed you when we woke up to see you our last morning.
We are so grateful to my parents for planning this trip and always ask us to join them. They even added a grand child this year, and we can't get big enough for them to not plan this beach trip with all of us in mind. That is a blessing. They may not even know how they have given us time for healing, breathing, serving, loving, blooming, growing, resting, and laughing. Such joy can never be replaced.
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