Is Everything Exactly The Same As I Left It?

Because the Vancouver Airport is far away, we often combine Dallin's departure on business trips with another excursion that takes us away from the house for many hours or several days.

This always seems like a good idea, logistically.

...Until the moment late at night when I have to drive up our half kilometer driveway to our big, dark house with three sleeping kids, a pounding heart, and my logic and my imagination duking it out.

This time I left a few lights on, which helped. But there is always the moment of pulling into the garage, getting out of the car and opening the laundry room door that nearly stops my heart dead with fear.

It is the same feeling I had dozens of time as a teenager when the Colossus roller coaster at Lagoon (the one that goes upside down twice) would pause at the crest of the hill before it plummeted downward.

These are short moments filled with
desperate, sincere prayer.
I thank God for the gift of the Comforter.