I’ve been gone since Sunday.
I had a great trip, but I love coming home.

For two reasons (in this order):

1. My wife always makes my homecoming feel special. She always does whatever she has to do to ensure a clean house when I walk in. And she tries her best to wait up for me when it’s a late flight like last night.
It says a lot.
It says to me that she missed me and wanted me to come back to an environment I’ll enjoy.

2. Our staff does the same. When I’m out, they bust their butts to complete projects so that I’ll be able to walk in and see progress. I can’t tell you what a good mood that puts me in. It says to me: We’re going to drive hard while you’re gone and give you something improved to come back to.
It bolsters my confidence in their abilities and eases the pressure of catching up.

I imagine some husbands and pastors come home to find things a wreck.
Not me.

Thanks Holly. Thanks staff.

Good to be home…