Tonight I got home from my counseling sessions around 8:30. I was tired and feeling drained. The sun was just about to go below the horizon as I walked up to the front step of my townhouse. As usual the door is locked. Jobina and I have this thing when every time I get home at night I knock and she lets me in (I'm way too lazy to use my own key). Anyway, as I waited I watched her come running to the door through the little window in it, time seemed to slow down. As I watched her approach in slow motion I had an epiphany: "Wow, it's really nice to come home to someone." Most days I take it for granted but today, just for a moment, I bask in the wonderful grace that I, Mark Westman, have Someone to come home to. Seriously, how can I ever complain about anything? I am blessed beyond what words can ever describe.
May Light increase!
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3 weeks ago
1 comment:
Awwww...that's sweet! My sister couldn't have picked a better husband! It makes me feel good to see you appreciate her so much.
Michele
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