A Glimpse

The day has finally come.  I'm home in Northern Ireland.  It really is surreal.  Like I'm in a foggy haze of a dream, but this dream isn't one I'll wake up from, this dream is a reality...my reality.  I'm literally living my dream.

Tonight I got a glimpse of what, in my opinion, being reunited with all those who have gone before us to be with the Lord will be like.  You see, I was bombarded by what seemed like a million hugs. IT WAS HEAVEN!  Anyone who knows me, knows that I love hugs.  It was the perfect welcome home present(s) I could've gotten.

We also sang some songs, had a talk, and broke up into small groups.  This was when I really felt God lay it on my heart to be honest and vulnerable with the young people.  With that and asking them to be honest with us as well, each one began sharing their hearts and what they really want out of life.  It was a beautiful Body of Christ moment where I felt we were in true Christian community.  Being the hands and feet (and ears) of Jesus.  To hear the hearts of our brothers and sisters helps us better know how to equip and empower them to get to where they're going and experience what they want to experience in life.  What amazed me was the diversity in our desires.  It was yet another glimpse.  A glimpse into the creativity of God.

Of course I only have to look outside or listen to everyone's different laughs to know He's creative, but to think that even in our desires and being created so differently, yet being together and spurring each other on, is also a glimpse into the unity of the Trinity.  Three distinct, yet perfectly One.

Then there was singing happy birthday for some of the kids since it was their birthday.  Now, here's the deal, "Happy Birthday" is one of my favorite songs to hear sung by the Irish because when they sing "you" their accent is so distinct.  It was yet another little gift God was giving me over the course of the night.

My prayer is that you, and I, don't box God, limit God, but keep our minds and hearts open to see Him at every turn, every passing moment, knowing that when we're experiencing joy, He's there.  When we are in anguish, He's there.  Even when we are lonely, we are not alone.

It's these moments, these glimpses, that remind me that we're not Home yet.  But on our journey Home, God is with us experiencing those glimpses right alongside us.  Will you join me in welcoming Him in, to share with you the glimpses, to journey with you?