Mr. Lincoln and I are blessed to be able to go to Sanibel Island every January. We love it there. We drive. It is a long trip. Georgia is a very long state. I get very restless as we drive. There is not a lot that is particularly beautiful in south Georgia; just a lot of kudzu and scruffy pine trees. The entire trip, I anxiously await the moment when we cross the causeway and once again, I feel at home.
My friend, Diana, crossed the causeway yesterday. Once again, she is home. I have always wondered if we leave the presence of God for the earthly part of our journey only to return home again at the end of this leg of the trip. Sort of like driving through south Georgia to get to the island. Diana is the first person that I ever heard claim boldly and loudly, "this world is not my home." She knew she was not going to stay in south Georgia.
Those of us still traveling are going to miss her big laugh, her self-deprecation, her very presence as we continue on our journey. We mourn that she finished this part of the journey before us. We want her to still be traveling with us, keeping us entertained. The truth is, she will continue to travel with us. We will laugh and be comforted as we share Diana stories. Sometimes, when we least expect it, a memory will cross our minds; we will see her smiling in our mind's eye. We will be grateful to have had her as a traveling companion for a time.
Diana has crossed the causeway. She can now say, "this world is my home."
blessings
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