Imagine.

Daily writing prompt
If you could relive one year of your life, which one would it be?

Was thinkin’ about this today, in the back of my noggin.

I cannot specifically identify one year in particular.

Some would be good.

How ’bout these?

Like one I spent with them, so I could play just one more fall at their side.

Another one of 17, to take her for runs at Legge, get a smoochie or to say “smile” and get one back.

This one, driving straight through to Hilton Head to spend our days on the beach and our nights talking.

At least another one, watching my beautiful kids grow into this.

One with mom.

And at least one more with dad.

What a year those would be.

Imagine.

Home.

Daily writing prompt
What’s something you do completely differently from how you were raised?

When I was growing up, we used to go to the United Methodist Church in town. I recall being frustrated about “Sunday School”. I preferred being at the service with my parents for some reason. To this day. Something about it just felt right.

Decades later, sitting in Sundy mass with my kids, I felt this tug. It felt like the service was shrinking in around me. Like I was the only one there and the priest was speaking directly to me.

With His voice.

Not just one Sunday. But every single one.

Maybe that was the sensation I felt when I was a kid, sitting there with mom and dad.

That tug.

Being called.

So I followed.

And was baptized a second time and confirmed.

I lost my way a few years back.

Headed towards a lonely, desolate, painful place of isolation and regret.

But He remained patient.

Left the light on.

Tugged.

And hugged me upon my return.

Thank you God.

I finally found where I needed to be all this time.

That inkling I had as a child remained all my days, leading me to the one place I had always craved.

Home.