Eighteen months ago, I was writing posts for a series I called Heartbroken and Hurting as part of my Christian Faith Walk category.
The Holy Spirit was leading me away from my church home, and I didn't want to go. It was a very painful time of my life.
God led me to a wonderful place where I was loved on and welcomed openly. I was given the opportunity to heal and grow. I was where I needed to be.
Then, six months ago, He again, led me away, but this time, I had no clear idea where I was supposed to go.
When people asked, "Where have you been lately?" I'd say, "Floundering."
We tried a lovely church close to home where friends attend. Although my husband and children liked the church, I never felt settled there.
I also didn't feel led anywhere else, so we stayed. We did not attend consistently, and I never felt connected there.
It wasn't their fault. Everyone we met was kind. The pastor's messages spoke to me deeply, but in my spirit, I never felt like I was home.
Then, I got word of changes at my old church home. The changes were monumental and surprising.
I prayed about it, but didn't get a clear answer. My mind and heart were leading the way saying, "So many people left. Who's still there? What if things haven't really changed? Am I supposed to go back?"
The questions poured out of me, and I had no definitive answers. Dang.
I prayed for clarity. I prayed for a sign.
Last week, on March 1st, I saw a post in my newsfeed from the church's Facebook page about one big service on the upcoming Sunday. It was a 9:30 am service; I was intrigued.
My husband asked if I was going to church on Sunday, and told him about the one service at my old church.
"You gonna go?"
"Not sure. It might be just what I need to get it out of my system for good."
"You should go."
"I'll think about it."
Saturday night before going to bed, I still wasn't sure. I didn't set an alarm, and I went to bed late. Really late. Nearly 2 am late.
God stepped in just in time. The Holy Spirit woke me at 7:30 am, giving me plenty of time to make it to a 9:30 service.
As I awakened and got moving I heard in my spirit, "It's time to go home."
"It's time to go home."
"Ok. I'll go." And I did.
The first people I saw as I entered the building were very dear friends that looked shocked as they wrapped me in big hugs.
That look of surprise and the warmth of hugging arms continued all 150 feet from the front door to my seat, and the trek took me 30 minutes!
I sat with another set of great friends, we worshipped God with music and praise, and we heard a powerful message from the incoming pastor.
The hugs and love continued after service, so much so that I didn't make it home until nearly 1:15 pm.
Tears were my companion all morning; tears of joy and humility, because each person reinforced what the Holy Spirit had said to me at sunrise - it's time to go home.
I'm home again. My hope is that I can use all I've learned in these last 18 months to honor and glorify Him.
What exciting journey does He have in store for me now that my life has come full circle? I'm not sure, but I can't wait to find out!
Proverbs 3:5-6 (ESV)
5 Trust in the Lord with all your heart, and do not lean on your own understanding. 6 In all your ways acknowledge him, and he will make straight your paths.
Psalm 118:14 (ESV)
14 The Lord is my strength and my song; he has become my salvation.
Are you waiting on the Lord for an answer to something? Has God ever brought things full circle for you?
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