Home At Last...

Father, there are some days when I just want to be in a field dancing with you. I want the rays of the sun to glisten on my face, as tears pour down from heaven turning my hair into spiral curls. The touch of your spirit holding me as we twirl with joy and laughter. I wonder what heaven will be like? To have this burdened heart to finally be at peace in your everlasting light. Father, as I stare out of this loft window, watching the people go by in the little town, I wonder “Do they know?”. What about driving by the people on the street in Nashville, or the people surrounding me on the metro in France? The question remains the same “Do they know?”. You have taught me great patience in my life, but this is the test of them all. To be patient for my homecoming, Where I can dance in the fields of heaven with you. For now, my home is where your people are, the people who don’t know. Use me as your vessel so others may find their home in you too.