How often I have wondered about going home and what it feels like when you get there. The warmth you feel, the familiarity of it. There’s just no other place like it. Others may come close, but in the end you always find yourself coming back to the place you once loved and called home.
Last night our family did just that. We returned to our home church. I can’t even begin to explain the feeling we all felt when we walked through the door. Like I said, it was like coming home. It felt as though we had never missed a single beat. We hugged and shook hands with those whom we had known from before and even met a few new people. Needless to say, we left there overflowing with joy and happiness.
There was a time when we did not feel that way and we didn’t have the sense to realize that the devil was just trying to lead us from what we loved. He did just that. I will say one thing though, we did meet several new people and they will forever be counted as friends. But no matter how we tried, we just couldn’t shake the feeling of loneliness that we were all feeling. No one wanted to admit that though. We had felt the hand of the Lord touching us and gently pushing back to where we always knew that we belonged.
As we were leaving the church last night, we were asked when we would be back. Lord willing, every chance we get.