Pilgrimage.

Today I drive the last day of my solitary pilgrimage, heading North to pick my family up at the airport. I'm over the moon. I can't wait to hug them, hug them, kiss them, hug them, and kiss them. One month!

In this month I slept in 17 different homes, only spent one or two days in any location (except once), and shared circles (meditation or devotion circle) 12 times. I have sat with friends on so many different days that I can't remember any more who I told what, or who said what. I've been frantically trying to write it all down. My van has run well, and I have seen beautiful things beyond counting. Wildflowers in the beginning, mountain ranges in the middle, high desert and rolling hills, the ocean. I have been welcomed and cared for.

It has been so beautiful. I was feeling a little lost, and I have come back to myself, and back to my place in God in a rich way. I feel hopeful. 

Of course I have a hundred creative projects I want to work on. Some of them with the kids. I have homeschool ideas and family thoughts. I'm excited to get back to live with my crazy, blessed people.

But most of all I feel tucked back in. I feel like I could just turn my head and God is there, behind me, waiting for me to reach out for him. That's all I need. I don't need to be more than a daughter. I am working on living with God today, every day. Knowing I am loved, that Jesus directs his thoughts tenderly toward me.

I pray that today you know you are loved, that the knowledge keeps occurring to you throughout the day, surprising you with its wonder.