Welcome Home

I have to say it's always great when you walk in somewhere and it somehow manages to always feel like home...No matter how long you've been away, it's still "home". Colin and I decided yesterday to go back to our "home church". (Even though we specifically avoid calling it that because we haven't gone there in 3 years and we're a part of another church)...I think we needed it. We needed that feeling again. Knowing that you're still loved and not forgotten. To be welcomed by hugs and handshakes saying "welcome home", "good to see you", "we've been praying for you"...there's nothing like that feeling. After an extremely emotional service for both Colin and I, we left feeling God's presence and warmth. (Well extremely emotional for me, Tasha, and just emotional for Colin...I don't know if he has "extreme" emotions...In fact I know he doesn't!)

Anyways, I thought I'd just share my thoughts on being welcomed home...
It's amazing knowing you can trust a place, a building, a church, a group of friends, etc. to be your "home". When you're away for a while you long to be back. When you need to be reminded your loved and not forgotten you default to going back "home". I wish GOD would always be our "home"...our refuge. Where we wouldn't need anything else to fill us with that feeling we get when we return home. I pray for a time in our lives when we'll never feel away from God and only long to be welcomed into HIS home...His Perfect Home.

Yesterday, Colin and I received a very minimal dose of that feeling of being "welcomed home". I say minimal because I'm comparing it to knowing where our real home is...
It was wonderful...
I'm thankful for that church and the people who call it home...
I'm thankful to be reminded of the welcome I'll get when I go home to my Father...