Meandering Moments by Elsi

I got out of bed this morning and promptly rolled my pillows into the quilt—quite distressing to Sallie, my dog, who always goes back to bed after breakfast. I showered and put nothing away, instead tucking shampoo, rinse, brush, and so forth into my shower caddy for the RV. Sallie knows the signs, and is now waiting by the front door, eager to leave.

After all, she has an important job when we travel! She is solely responsible for protecting us from fields of terrorist horses or cattle, monstrous bridge overpasses ready to bite down on us as we drive under them, and incredibly dangerous boxy vehicles on the highway. I’ll be out in an hour, heading for Green River, Utah, tonight.

My ultimate goal is the Oregon Christian Writers summer conference, in Canby, just outside Portland, Oregon. I’ll be home in two weeks. But I was wondering, as I unplugged my CPAP machine and set it by the door, ready to take out—am I as prepared to leave for my permanent home in heaven? Worth thinking about …