Going home

Well, the day most of us knew would happen is upon us.

Eliza and I are going to Living Word. For me, it’s a trip home to my roots and the church I grew up in. This is a whole new adventure for Eliza. She’s never attended any place but Bethesda.

I’m thankful I have a sensitive heart. Or at least a heart that is sometimes sensitive to what the Lord is saying. A few months ago, we visited Living Word on a Sunday and it seemed like a homecoming for a few people. I think I talked about heroes that week. But I saw friends there who hadn’t been at Living Word in as long as or longer than I have. Yet there we all were, home on the same Sunday.

And it got me thinking.

About a month later, we were back at Living Word with the Bethesda choir. I spoke again, and the Lord led me to speak about going back home. The title of my message was “Who says you can’t go home?”

And it got me thinking.

Shortly after that, I was at a graduation party for my cousins. Out of nowhere, a couple of the guys asked me to finish out the softball season with their team. I asked Eliza, because when we got married I told her I’d only play on one team at a time. I was already playing at Bethesda, but she said yes. So I did.

And it got me thinking.

After the first night of playing softball with them, some friend had a bunch of people over for a bonfire. There we were, just like old times. All grown up. Some of us married. Some of us soon to be married. But it felt like home.

And it got me thinking.

It was around then that I started praying about it. I could feel God leading me that way, but nowadays me is we, Eliza and I. So in my prayer time, I asked for Eliza to bring up the subject. I wasn’t moving until she was ready.

So 2 Sundays ago, after church at Bethesda, she asks me what I think about going to Living Word from now on. It was out of the blue. My first reaction was no, until I remembered what I prayed. We decided to sleep on it, and we both had a peace about it.

And now we’re going back home.