I was on a Walmart run today when my cell phone rang. It was Kati calling to tell me that our travelers had reached their destination!
Suddenly, I could feel the tension of the past ten days draining away. I had not even known the extent of my tension, but I felt like I was lighter, like I wanted to skip through the aisles with a huge grin on my face and a song in my heart. A song of praise to my God!
I will sing unto the Lord,
because he hath dealt bountifully with me.
I refrained from skipping, but I am sure that I did not hide my smile and I sang that song of praise in my heart. On the way home, I continued to praise the Lord, and tears of joy flowed from a mama-heart full of gratitude.
Gratitude for 3400 miles traveled in safety. Gratitude for 3400 miles with no vehicle troubles. Gratitude for ten days of no sickness. Gratitude for children who were relatively happy. Gratitude for His mercy and His plan.
I have shared this quote from Elisabeth Elliot before here at Thinking About Home, but this evening it seems particularly meaningful to me.
"It is God to whom and with whom we travel, and while He is the end of our journey, He is also at every stopping place."