Coming Home

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Knight, Hoss and I returning for another load

August 7, 2011

 
     I don’t think there are hardly any better words than, I’m coming home. I don’t want to leave this place. It’s nice to go on vacation, visit people or even leave to go to work, but it is so much nicer to come home. I am so very blessed to have a place to come home to, where people love me in spite of my shortcomings.
 
     Our place is comfortable, neat and filled with peace. I am grateful for these things. I have been in places that weren’t so nice. I have been far away and know how it is to miss home. The older I get, the harder it is to leave here, for any reason.
 
     I know that this is just my temporary home.  I can only be here the number of days that I am given. My body will leave one day as my soul is called to my Heavenly home, but part of me will always be here. I will be seen in the eyes of my children and their children, just as my people can be seen in mine.
 
     I want to leave part of myself in their hearts so that they will remember me always. I want to be the sparkle on the snow in a crisp night. I will be the dew on the grass on a summer morning. I will be the chuckle in a baby’s laugh and I will be the love that consumes you when you are at home.
 
     For now, I will make my farm a magical place to visit. I will drive horses, raise baby animals and grow food from the ground. I will teach what I have been taught and share what has been shared with me. I will try to be a good man, just a man… but one who can be counted on in every way.
 
     Knight, Hoss and I have been spreading manure on the new seeding. The walk to the field is a slow one, but when we head towards home their steps are light. They don’t run, but it is easy to see that they like it at home too. It is almost funny that every time we head back to the barn they act like they haven’t been home in years. They almost smile as we come up the lane.
 
     I know how they feel and I am so very glad that I do……..
 
 
 
 

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