home.

you know something hits home when you walk into church, and you smile to the sight of people praying together in little groups. you smile to the music, and you smile at a friend--a brother--who is so dear to your heart. you both look at each other for a while, both with smiles on your faces. you know you're late, but there's something in the air that sings so dearly to your heart.

you know something hits home when you spend 15 minutes in church--just 15 minutes--and you feel the Holy Spirit pouring into you. tears are rushing to your eyes and you don't know why. all you know is that you're overwhelmed by this great happiness, this massive wave of gratitude and joy, so pure that it hits your heart right in the middle. right. in. the. middle. and you want to cry, because everything is so in place--not perfect--but perfectly in its place. 

home.

this is what it feels like to be home.

suddenly, God reminded me of how i may miss this when i'll be in Singapore. i think He wants me to bring it there. He wanted me to remember those very moments. as every face smiled, as every voice prayed, as every cry of praise cried out so desperately and gloriously, i was there to witness it. i was there to experience it. 

i was home.

you know something hits home when you enter your church and you don't see a building with walls and pillars, chairs and tables, mic-stands and microphones, musicians and instruments; instead you see spirits, and you feel the Holy Spirit moving so mightily about us. you see miracles, you see love, you see hope, you see Jesus in the room, not just floating about, but you see Him in so many people's lives. the indescribable joy that flutters from your heart to your face, evoking a smile so genuine that you find it hard not to embrace.

i'm home.