Playdates with God: Homecoming


The way we are with each other is the truest test of our faith.~Brennan Manning, The Ragamuffin Gospel

Somewhere above Chicago, with white clouds billowing beneath me, the moon appears with her full round face in the airplane window. I press my forehead into the glass and stare into that clean, alabaster pearl—made dayblind by the sun hanging in the western sky.

“You are going home,” she whispers to me.

I close my eyes and smile, let my breath warm the cool surface between me and the sky. The loveliest thing about going away is the circling back around, the soft return. For, it is in the stepping away that life comes into focus—a breath of space framing the beautiful, messy picture of a life led by love.

“Did you have any expectations for the retreat? And, if so, were they met?” My friend Ann asked me as we waited in the airport together for our flights.

I turn that question around in my mind under the moon’s steady gaze. I remember the workshops I attended and the space created in my heart for new friends. The faces of the women I prayed with play through my mind like poetry and the taste of wine from our communion together is fresh on my tongue.

Night falls as the airplane touches down and my heart feels the gravity of home. The radio is playing a song about stars as I drive the familiar road that will take me to the people I love the most.

And the moon follows me home.

Every Monday I share one of my Playdates with God. I would love to hear about yours. It can be anything: outside, quiet time. Maybe it’s solitary. Maybe it’s loud and crowded. Just find God and know joy. Click on the button below to add your link. I try to visit a few of your stories every week, so if you are a new visitor, be sure to let me know in the comments so I can welcome you. Grab my button at the bottom of the page and join us.

Laura Boggess


  1. Lynn D. Morrissey says

    Oh how I wanted to be among you grace-filled women this past weekend, Laura, yet it was not to be, for a myriad of reasons. But please know that I was with you in spirit, praying for you on my prayerwalk, beneath the golden sun. My husband informed me (where have I been all my life?!) that you can see the moon in broad daylight too. I ask for eyes to see by sunglow *and* moonglow, and join you, Laura, in creating space for women in a heart that always wants to make room for that holy endeavor. I thank you for your love and friendship, and please know that there is always space for you right here. I hold you dearly.

  2. says

    Praise God for the refreshing of times away, and the comfort of returning “home” until He truly does bring us Home. Thanks for the beautiful post & for hosting & God bless1

  3. says

    I hope you know what a gift you are…Thank you so much for praying with me Friday night when Grace’s sharing hit me hard …surprising me. Like Sandra, I want to know how you answered Ann.

  4. says

    Your words wrap around and squeeze like a gentle hug and it is a joy to rest and listen to your moments of reflection. I can just sort of imagine how of inspiring your time away with friends was for you. May your homecoming be buffered by His comforting welcome and the rest to remember all that you were able to enjoy.


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