After walking sixty miles over the course of three days
with a 6.5' x 6.5' tent for mom and I to sleep in together
on the cold hard ground of Crown Point,
it really was amazing to come home and climb into my bed.
My soft, cozy, warm, blanket and padding filled bed.
{this is not to say the tent was bad...
it was most definitely part of the experience,
and so incredibly worth it}
I have fallen asleep so fast the last two nights and slept the night through
{minus my sweet Emma girl's nose nudging me at 3:30am ;)}
with my J by my side.
I don't know if I've ever been more thankful for my own bed.
Lord, thank you for a warm place to sleep at night.
Bless those who are not as fortunate as I am.
Thank you for a tangible reminder of your protection, provision, and enveloping love.
May I never grow tired of saying thank you.
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