Remember yesterday, when I talked about seeing all the family and feeling all the love?

Well, that didn’t happen.

Instead, I woke up with a head-to-toe itchy rash (started – and stopped – a new medication). It’s the worst reaction I’ve ever had. I couldn’t even get clothes on, much less go anywhere.

After Kevin got me set up with Benadryl in pill and spray form, he headed out, and I was holed up in the hotel room, never seeing a single person. When I wasn’t passed out cold (Benadryl = zzzzzzz), I was left to read and itch and watch Netflix and scratch. Fun times.

It’s awful to be away from home and not be well. You just want the comforts of your own bed, your own surroundings, and your Snuggie, for crying out loud. However, as I laid here wishing for all those things, it occurred to me that, often, when our souls are out of sorts, we DON’T run Home. We try everything we can think of to remedy the problem ourselves, and while it may take the edge off, it never truly puts it to right. It’s not until we go Home to the Ultimate Healer that our souls find the peace and wholeness they’re after.

The rash is better today, and I think I can manage clothes and a funeral, and, finally, the hugging of some necks. But home is around the corner, and I’m ready – READY – to be there.

“Draw near to God and He will draw near to you.” James 4:8 ESV

“Let us draw near with a true heart in full assurance of faith, with our hearts sprinkled clean from an evil conscience and our bodies washed with pure water.” Hebrews 10:22 ESV