Welcome Home
Text: Psalm 84 “Welcome home.” Those two simple words conjure up a rush of images. Many images are from my childhood – images of loved ones now gone, long hours playing games inside on cold, rainy days and even longer hours of playing games outside. “Welcome home.” Those two simple words conjure up not only memorable images, they taunt my senses with the lingering aromas of childhood – of cornbread baking, of my grandmother’s collards assaulting every olfactory nerve, of the