going home

I have had a great time in CA. The people are great and right now I stopped on my way to the airport in a park right under the Golden Gate Bridge.

If I look out the opposite way of the bridge I see Alcatraz. Cool spot!

As cool as this place is there is nothing like going home. Home to see all the faces that I love to see. My partner in life, Jana, and those three crazy kids God has blessed us with.

I look out to Alcatraz and wonder what Al Capone thought as he was confined there, unable to go home. I think of all the homeless who have no home to go to, and to those who's home has fallen apart and they wish so much they could put it back together. My heart hurts for them and because I know that I have a home and I can't wait to get there.