Home Town

We spent our family vacation hiding out on the beach in my home town last week. It's a place of strong memories and great comfort that can only be found in the home of your childhood. This doesn't decrease the love we have for where we currently live, but there is something about a place so firmly cemented in my mind and spirit.

The calming presence of the salt air, the heat of the sun (even under our umbrella), and the sound of waves crashing on the shore quickly bring to mind the life we shared there. They bring back vivid recollections of my time at Mainland High School, our children's early childhood years, walks on the
beach at night, buying our first home, my call into the ministry, and so many more. All of those things are part of the beginning of who we are now and how our family has grown together. Even when we return to our present home we bring part of this back with us and look forward to the next time we can visit. It's a pleasant trip of nostalgia which I never tire of making.

The truth is that every now and then we all need to go back home. It's a place which reminds us of where we began and how we've become who we are today.