Home Stretch

Yesterday, while I was driving, I started thinking about Nick coming home. I know I've said it before, but I've tried not to let myself dream about his homecoming too much these past 6 months. It was always just too far away. I have, however, been hopeful and confident of his return. That in and of itself has given me a sense of great joy, even in the midst of loneliness and trial (much like my faith in Christ and His return).

But yesterday it just hit me, Wow, I only have one more full week to get through before he is back in my arms! How incredible! I felt like crying, shouting, laughing, and jumping up and down all at once! Oddly enough, an image of a race horse, loaded into its stall and waiting to be let loose popped into my mind. No, I haven't felt like a caged animal these past 182 days, but I have felt that I was in training, waiting for my big day. Now that I've allowed my joy to spill over into full-blown excitement I am truly on the home stretch! Next week I'll be rounding the corner, my spirit flying free and my eye on the finish line!