I’m struggling with what to write. This was a tough week for me. I don’t usually have tough weeks because I try not to internalize the wrong things. However, this week was a bit bumpy at work, Caleb’s struggling with being back at school and Janey’s adjusting to the opportunity of having more hours with her work. All of this means that the beginning of the year is less than stellar so far. Maybe you can relate.
But even in the every-day trials of life, we can find rest and solace in Jesus (see Matthew 11:28-30, John 14:27 and Colossians 3:12-16). Alongside this, I’m thankful I can be safe at home. Both Janey and I have experienced otherwise in our distant pasts, but with each other we are safe. Our home is a safety zone. We can relax, unwind, vent, cry if we need to—and just be ourselves.
In fact, even with a bumpy week we were still blessed to celebrate Caleb’s first Christmas concert (which included him performing a nice solo). We had a great snow storm all of Saturday, which brought great tobogganing; and we assembled a 550-piece jigsaw puzzle of Snoopy and Woodstock.
And tonight, it’s roast beef with horseradish sauce!
So, yes, it’s good to be home.