But I might be biased.
Go here to see her.
Those pictures satisfy a little bit.
As I was stirred my salty tears into the macaroni and cheese I made for lunch today, I thought about being homesick. It's not like I haven't experienced it before. And it's not like I haven't hopped on a plane and jetted back to Iowa. I did it last August, sans kids, before Levi made his grand entrance.
But, while there, I was homesick for my family. My husband and sweet boys.
I've thought about how no matter where I live, I will be homesick for home. No matter how much family surrounds me. No matter how close I live to forever friends. Because earth is not my home. I'm created with a longing for something more.
Someone even better than family. Someone who will never let me down. Someone who satisfies all my longings.
Not my husband. Or my boys.
Not my best friend since third grade.
Not my mom or dad.
Not my siblings, their spouses and kids.
Even though I love them all dearly, they will at some point let me down. They can't fill me.
Only Jesus can. Only Jesus can handle all my cares.
No matter where I live, Houston, Iowa, Minnesota, Connecticut or Africa. Jesus is my constant. He's always with me. Always listening. Always caring.