home again

So we went to church this morning. This is the first Sunday in WEEKS that we've been. Steven's wrestling tournaments keep us busy every Sunday. It was wonderful. We walked in and this rush of familiarity rushed over me. We were home. It feels good to go home. Even if you've been gone a while and haven't been homesick; it's wonderful to go home. Once we were there; I realized how very important this place is to me. I love God. No doubt. And I can love him inside or outside of a church. It's true. I don't need organized religion to keep me on my path toward Heaven. But it helps. And today I could feel it. Nothing special. No word from God directly to me or anything like that. Just being in my church worshiping God with my family and friends. It was fantastic. And I could see why the word tells us not to forsake assembling with one another. It's a different experience than my own personal Bible study. It's different than praying with my husband or worshiping my heart out in the car to a song that speaks to my soul. It feeds me in a way that nothing else can. And lots of other things feed me. But nothing like church. Wednesday nights will still be a challenge since I can't drive in the dark just yet. But at least I know I can go on Sundays and be surrounded by the things that are most important to me. And I'll know that God is smiling. He didn't just say it for His benefit, but for mine. And He's glad to know I get it. I really do. There's no place like home.