Was it Dorothy from Baum’s The Wonderful Wizard of Oz who said, “There’s no place like home”?

I think so, but it has been a bit since I read it or watched the film.

But the statement is true for me.

My wife was busy fattening the girl deer up on bread from her hands.

And I fed and watched the birds come and feed on sunflower and other seeds from a feeder.

And I think of such times when I’m flying from place to place and look down upon cities electrified at night.

And tomorrow I will be able to gather with the saints at Sunday school and church as we open the Scriptures to the wonder-filled book of Esther wherein we will learn of heroism (Mordecai and Esther), read of romance/love, dangers and threats to the good in a world of pervasive evil, read of one of history’s true villains (Haman), and see how obedience to the Lord was repaid in a temporal sense via Purim but also eternally for the redeemed by the Lord’s presence.

Did I mention that I concur with Dorothy? There’s no place like home.