It's Time To Go Home

We have been in the States for almost two months, and are nearing the end of our time here. We top off our furlough with family time in South Texas. It has been a rich, refreshing time for us, but we are starting to feel that itch to get back home. Here are a few thoughts on when you know it's time to head back, in no particular order:
1. When you can't remember whose house you stayed in last week.

2. When you start to think that despite the twelve choices of pizza flavor, Mr. Gatti's is lacking in selection. After all, they don't have the low-carb, whole wheat, all veggie, meat lovers pizza they advertised last week on TV.

3. When you have forgotten what the inside of an oven looks like.

4. When even Chick-Fil-A starts to loose it's charm.

5. When your idea of putting your kids to bed is dragging them out of the car, sound asleep, and hoping they don't get too much sand or dirt in the bed since they will shower in the morning, unless, of course, you have a breakfast appointment.

6. When you start to think being in school will actually give everyone a chance to rest.

7. When driving 6 hours to go visit some friends is all in a day's work.

8. When your kids weep at the sight of the car.

We are eager to be back and to get back into a familiar rhythm of life. Thanks to all of you who have made our time here a blessing and a rich time of fellowship.