While I was back in Ontario surprising my dad for his 60th birthday, I was able to sneak in going back to my church for the Sunday service. I know this probably isn’t what my sister intended when she put ‘Go to church’ on my 27 x 28 list, but I’m going to count it anyway.
Since I moved to Alberta, I haven’t found a church like my one back home. I can’t pinpoint what it is that’s holding me back from committing to finding a new church, but I’m pretty happy with my life right now so I haven’t made it a priority. I also am just so dang busy all the time. And really, there’s just no place that felt like going home like my church in Ontario.
Have you ever felt that way about something? Aside from the fact it makes it easy to see the majority of my people in Ontario, there’s just something about standing in that auditorium that feels like home.
I’m at ease. Comforted.
It doesn’t matter how much time has passed or how many frustrating thoughts or conflicted emotions I’ve had, within 5 minutes of the worship set beginning, I settle right it.
It could be that it’s the only church I’ve ever known.
It could be that I don’t slow down enough to feel that peace.
It could be that I’m surrounded by my people (usually after being away from them for quite a while).
Whatever it is, I’m so grateful for the feeling of going home it presents to me.
Do you have somewhere that’s not home, but feels like it? Tell me about it!