{"id":39,"date":"2005-07-20T23:00:00","date_gmt":"2005-07-20T23:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/brianmashburn.net\/?p=39"},"modified":"2005-07-20T23:00:00","modified_gmt":"2005-07-20T23:00:00","slug":"my-great-trip-home","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.brianmashburn.net\/?p=39","title":{"rendered":"My Great Trip Home"},"content":{"rendered":"<div><font face=Arial><span class=453463519-20072005>&#8220;And the man got up and  went home.&#8221; &#8212; Matthew, telling of&nbsp;a man who&nbsp;had quite a  day<br \/><\/span><\/font><\/div>\n<div><font face=Arial><span class=453463519-20072005>&#8220;Go home to your family and  tell them how much the Lord has done for you, and how he has had mercy on you.&#8221;  &#8211; Jesus, giving instructions to a man who had had&nbsp;quite a  day<\/span><\/font><\/div>\n<div><font face=Arial><span class=453463519-20072005><\/span><\/font>&nbsp;<\/div>\n<div><font face=Arial><span class=453463519-20072005><font size=2><font  size=3>&#8220;My Father will love him, and we will come to him and make our home with  him.&#8221; &#8211; A promise of Jesus,&nbsp;to those who love  him<br \/><\/font><br \/><\/font><\/span><\/font><font face=Arial size=2><span  class=453463519-20072005>I walked into my house at 10:00pm last night and my  heart filled with&nbsp;an unspeakable warmth and confidence at what happened  next. <\/span><\/font><\/div>\n<div><font face=Arial size=2><span  class=453463519-20072005><\/span><\/font>&nbsp;<\/div>\n<div><font face=Arial size=2><span class=453463519-20072005>No, there was no  friendly greeting awaiting me at the door, nor some surprise party. As a matter  of fact, even though my house had 10 people in it, I passed right by or in front  of all of them without even a hint of acknowledgment from  them.<\/span><\/font><\/div>\n<div><font face=Arial size=2><span  class=453463519-20072005><\/span><\/font>&nbsp;<\/div>\n<div><font face=Arial size=2><span class=453463519-20072005>I was coming home  from quite a day. I&nbsp;had experienced a great staff&nbsp;meeting, a moving  funeral, a great lunch, some powerful reading, a 2-hour-long ministry  conversation about the advancement of the Kingdom of God, a&nbsp;fantastic  dinner with my family, a trip up to the emergency room where a good friend  suddenly went, and a final, incredible &#8216;spiritual counsel&#8217; conversation with  another good friend. Doggone it&#8230;I absolutely love my days.<\/span><\/font><\/div>\n<div><font face=Arial size=2><span  class=453463519-20072005><\/span><\/font>&nbsp;<\/div>\n<div><font face=Arial size=2><span class=453463519-20072005>But the crowning  glory of the day happened as I walked in my garage door. The silence was  deafening (so to speak). As I walked through our den towards the hallway, I  passed by the doorway to the living room to see my wife with a group of 4 women  sitting comfortably on the floor, eyes closed, heads bowed&#8230;and I heard the  whisper of their voices praying. Like I said, an unspeakable warmth made itself  at home in my heart as I passed by.<\/span><\/font><\/div>\n<div><font face=Arial size=2><span  class=453463519-20072005><\/span><\/font>&nbsp;<\/div>\n<div><font face=Arial size=2><span class=453463519-20072005>I passed my  daughters closed door, avoiding the temptation to open it on my sleeping  daughter, knowing that inside was her gorgeous red hair sprawled out all over  her pillow, her beautiful, soft cheeks just inviting me to give them a goodnight  kiss. Then I passed a son&#8217;s room, picturing his Indian-dark skinned arms wrapped  around his elephant, his feet sticking out the side of his crib. And finally,  another son&#8217;s room, who&#8217;s door I rarely pass because of how deep he sleeps, my  intrusion not being enough to ever wake him up. But I did this time, satisfied  that my children are in their rooms safe and secure in rest.<\/span><\/font><\/div>\n<div><font face=Arial size=2><span  class=453463519-20072005><\/span><\/font>&nbsp;<\/div>\n<div><font face=Arial size=2><span class=453463519-20072005>I made my way down  the hall and down my basement stairs. As I turned the corner into the room, I  saw three of my friends sitting together hunched over on the edge of their  seats, heads bowed&#8230;and one of them was praying. Part of the confidence was  that I knew these guys would be here. They meet in my basement each Tuesday, and  we engage in the art of living life together. And although I missed the bulk of  the meeting, without any awkwardness at all, and without them skipping a beat, I  walked in and leaned back with my full weight into a chair, and listened to  their incredible prayers&#8230;always the climax of our meetings for  me.<\/span><\/font><\/div>\n<div><font face=Arial size=2><span  class=453463519-20072005><\/span><\/font>&nbsp;<\/div>\n<div><font face=Arial size=2><span class=453463519-20072005>I couldn&#8217;t help but  remember just over a year ago, finding this house in Amarillo, TX and my wife  declaring this&nbsp;would the one we would build&nbsp;our home in. 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