I'm back from vacation, and back to life as usual. Whatever that is.
Back from sitting in a pew listening to preaching, and back into the pulpit to preach.
Back from a few days spent in St. Louis and all it has to offer, and back to small-town Ohio.
Back from the hospital room of my father-in-law, and back to a family that lost a wife and mother over the weekend.
Back from seeing people I haven't seen in months, and back to wondering who I haven't seen in months whom I could call or have lunch with.
A friend of mine shared a story of the last time he visited Eden. He'd spent a few days in and around St. Louis, and eventually commented to someone, 'I'm ready to go home.' I asked myself if I was ready around the middle of the week, and said no, I wasn't. I asked myself again at the end of the week and actually surprised myself how ready I had become.
I'm home now. I'm where I'm ready to be. I'm where I'm supposed to be.