I’ve Missed My Tennessee Home

We just returned home from a trip to D.C. and we are exhausted–at least I am. (My kids have supernatural bounce-back power.)

There was so much I learned and so much I photographed in the hopes of sharing stories about America’s history here with you. Whether I was reading words inscribed at the Thomas Jefferson Memorial, or the Lincoln Memorial or even while at Arlington and the tomb of the Unknown Soldier–you can’t get away from the fact that God is recognized by our founding fathers. It was a beautiful thing to witness.

But, I’ll be sharing more about that later.

In the past three months we’ve had company come and stay with us four separate times, and we’ve traveled out of the country once and flown to Seattle, Northern California, New York City and just came home last night after being in our country’s capitol.

Yeah, it’s been kind of crazy. 

This morning, my adorable pooch Dixie woke me up and we went outside to the back deck for our morning ritual. While she runs around sniffing everything and attempts to hold me hostage with her favorite ball, I enjoy an enormous mug of coffee and spend time with Jesus.

I was grateful to be alone with the Lord at the break of day.

Just me and Him…and well, Dixie…and the cows behind my house yelling for their breakfast. It felt so good to be back.

I’ve missed my Tennessee home.