Each Friday I receive a challenge. Write on a single word prompt for 5 minutes. Today, my word is Finally.
When my four children were small, I piled them into my Honda Odyssey and drove through miles and miles. Past fields of cows and sun yellowed summer hills, we made our trek from San Diego to Sacramento on the interminable Highway 5. How I sighed when FINALLY we pulled into the driveway, covered with shady oaks. My dear mama’s arms wrapped around me. My four little burdens transferred into her loving care. FINALLY I was home!
When August arrives, Emme and I will fly across miles from Florida, back to San Diego. I imagine how it will feel to FINALLY revisit all the old places. The Pacific Ocean, old favorite eating joints, cool Southern California breezes will delight my soul. It took 15 long years to bring us back. Best yet will be seeing my dear friend, Kate face-to-face, to spend time sipping a cup of coffee, just being together. FINALLY we go home!
When my end arrives, I will FINALLY know true peace. No longer will I walk by faith. Finally I will see. I will know, even as I am known. Pain and sorrow will be no more. My loved ones will be there, rejoicing and restored. Best yet I will look into the eyes of the One who knows me best. To hear His voice gently say my name. FINALLY we will be home!
I love the way you used past, present, and future scenarios to encompass the theme of “finally”! Thank you for sharing!
I’m from San Diego, living in NorCal for close to 20yrs, & I completely get that “finally” moment of arriving in San Diego after interminable hours on I-5… Enjoy your trip!
Such a sweet post! Arriving home always feels so wonderful. We always breathe a sigh of relief when we are finally home. And one day, we will draw our final breath when we finally arrive home.
May you have a great trip in August!
I so look forward to that day.
I prefer not to return
to where I lived before,
’cause the time since has helped me earn
an open and inviting door
to the road that lies ahead,
shining in the sun.
Let the dead bury their dead
and meanwhile I’ll have fun
on the trip into tomorrow
where good times lie await,
and I will not have to borrow
the deary dusty foretold fate
that in the old days held me back,
so I won’t return to Hackensack.
it will be nice to finally, truly to see won’t it?