We had grown used to the greeting. Expecting it. There was a lot of coming home this year. With me travelling to take care of mom, I came home quite a few times. . .longing to get here to receive hugs from kids, sweet kisses from my beloved, and body wagging greetings from the P dog.
But this time. . . it was quiet.
Coming home was different.
There was no onslaught of a white tornado, no wiggling or wagging.
No, it was silent.
And all I could think of was our real home going. Someday we are all going to go the way of the earth. And that home going won't be silent.
And I imagine the first greeting I receive will be a white tornado, wiggling, wagging and sneezing.
Psalm 30:5 ...weeping may stay for the night, but rejoicing comes in the morning.