Scripture: John 20: 19 - 31
Wiped out and unable to grasp the rigor of the journey from North Carolina to California, I unpacked the car and fell into the old family bed that every sibling had slept in during our rearing days. This would be my new, old home, a place marked with the past and ripe for a new future. Rest. I tried. It was fitful for many weeks as I unpacked, began work and found Mama to be an emerging friend. Everything was both new and old and the restoration I longed for was slow in coming, but it came, and comes as I breathe in the breath of Christ’s words of peace.