So Many Times

I'd traveled this way so many times that it became an unnoticed stretch between wherever I'd been and the return home. Dusk was giving way to night when God opened my eyes to something deeper within the familiar. Headlights drew nearer through the dark, each vehicle carrying its own story, each offering its quiet portion of hope.

At times, the Lord places His grace within ordinary moments and waits for our hearts to grow still enough to receive it. I drew a deeper breath and gave thanks. He showed me that even the road home can be a holy place when I open my eyes wide enough to see it.