We just got back from being away for a couple days to watch Molly compete in her big track event. Awesome, fun, time watching our girl, who came in 7th in our state in the heptathlon. Very happy for her.
The coach had made reservations for everyone in the most luxurious hotel in a big city....it was uncomfortable it was so luxurious. I came home feeling crummy because I was so out of my element there. As we walked past the bar I couldn't relate to the beautifully put together people hanging out in there, sitting in the plush chairs, chatting it up with the smooth jazz playing in the background and the ice clinking around in their pretty glasses....if my life had depended on it! I came home feeling like I was less than, just a simple woman, who wears flip flops and homeschools her kids and takes care of old people.
Once home I got a call from a friend. She had gotten a bad haircut and wanted to know if I could fix it. Long long ago I was a hairdresser. She came over and took one look at me and started crying. She was having a sad day....so I hugged her, we talked and talked, we took the dogs and little one and her friend to the river to hike around and play in the water and we talked and cried some more.
When we finally left each other we both felt better. I was back in my world. Back with my people in my nature zone. We both had been heard and loved and hugged. God gave us each what we needed today. Thats simply a beautiful thing.
There is no place like home.....