Going Home

I glanced out our kitchen window and immediately thought of how the lost child had returned home. There was no one there to greet him, but it was still home. He sat for the longest time on the little perch right outside the door. We’ve all done it at one time or another. Perhaps we have driven by our homeplace, and being so overcome with emotion we’ve begged to stop so we could look a little longer...and remember. Somehow home doesn’t get out of our system. We remember the good and somehow forget the bad over time. And somehow it becomes more precious as the years go by. Deep inside we always have a longing to go home just like the little bird did today.