This Is Home

I have always been a bit of a homebody. Even as a kid, I would get homesick while at a friend's house, and just want to go back to the comforts of home. Now that I have my own home and my own family, and I work until 6 every night, it has reached a fever pitch. I long to be at home with my little family. To have time to clean my house and play with Hannah, since she is growing up SO fast. Home is also the place where I commune with the Lord most often. I speak to Him, and hear Him speak to me. I know that's also what church is for, but lately it seems like we are missing the point of church. Everyone is in such a hurry to fulfill their obligations to the church that they forget that we are supposed to be there to worship God and talk with Him. We don't slow down long enough to actually hear God's voice. That's a problem. As Christians, church is supposed to be kind of like a home for us. Our sanctuary away from the things of the world, the place where we can run to God and find everything that we need spiritually.

It makes me long for my permanent home in Heaven. The place where everything is as it should be. Where we can talk with God every hour of every day. Where the cares of this world disappear. I want to go to church and find that same thing. I guess the change needs to begin with me, since I am the one who sees the disconnect. It troubles me that no one else seems to notice. Everyone thinks they are doing "the right thing". But, doing the right thing won't bring you closer to God. It won't sustain you when life is falling apart around you. And, it certainly won't get you to Heaven. My heart is longing for home, in so many ways.

Five Months

So, it's been five months since you passed away. Five months ago, the world lost someone extraordinary. We will never be the same because of your life. We will never be the same because of your death. It's been five months, and the world is still spinning around. I really thought the world was coming to an end when I found out you were gone. It just didn't seem right that someone like you was taken from us.

We're still here...living, laughing, loving, serving God, singing the songs you loved to sing, talking with your precious wife, and seeing your beautiful daughter. She looks just like you, you know. A few weeks ago, I went to the dedication of the dorm that they built in your honor. I cried like it was the day you passed away. I miss you, Scott....a lot. I genuinely thought that you would always be here, someone we could count on and turn to always. I anticipated many more visits to your home, many more talks with you and Laura about ministry, many more chances to tell you how much you meant to me. Now I dream of Heaven a little more frequently, thinking about the day when I will meet Jesus face to face, and also reunite with the man who I looked up to (and still do) so much in my walk with God. You're gone but not forgotten, and I pray that your legacy would continue in me, and in all of us that you served and taught with so much love.

Today

It's Saturday, I'm home with my family, and I'm about to go take a nap. Does it get better than this?

Wondering

I am wondering why I can't seem to feel 100% better physically. I am wondering why Hannah is still asleep. I am wondering why I can't find time to blog anymore. I am wondering why it is that I can't just stay here and enjoy the quiet of my house for a few more minutes. Oh yes, I remember, it's called....summer camp. Better known as my job....lol. Gotta get going, we are bowling today!

Busy

Been too busy to post. Job from 9-6 each day, choir, church, banners, children's drama practice, taking care of my child, my house, my husband....leaves very little time for blogging. Plus, Saturday we were gone to a family reunion all day. And this coming weekend, we are going to Tifton for Youth Night at Camp Meeting. So, if you don't hear from me, that's why. Happy Monday!