Sing it Sara, Sing it!

So many times I miss home. I miss my family. I desire to be with them, to share in their ups and downs more tangibly. I find myself hoping for the holidays, or the next time when we will gather around the table together.

Last night, I was on the phone with my family. They called me and it was so great to get to be there with them for a few minutes. Before we hung up my dad prayed for us all, together. It was medicine to my soul. Makes me long for their sweet embraces all the more!

As I love them from afar and praise God for my cell phone, I can't help but long for my heavenly home. I can't wait to be home.

Here are the lyrics to one of my most favorite Sara Groves' songs. She has such a way of putting words (and music) to the feelings of my heart.

Going Home

I've been feeling kind of restless.
I've been feeling out of place.
I can hear a distant singing,
a song that I can't write,
but it echoes in what I'm always trying to say.

There's a feeling I can't capture.
It's always just a prayer away.
I want to know the ending,
things hoped for but not seen,
but I guess that's the point in hoping anyway.

Going home, I'll meet you at the table.
Going home, I'll meet you in the air.
You are never too young to think about it.
Oh, I cannot wait to be home .

I'm confined by my senses
to really know what you are like.
You are more than I can fathom,
more than I can guess,
and more than I can see with human sight.

But I have felt you with my spirit.
I have felt you fill this room.
This is just an invitation,
a sample of the whole,
and I cannot wait to be going home.

Going home, I'll meet you at the table.
Going home, I'll meet you in the air.
You are never too young to think about it.
Oh, I cannot wait to be home .

Face to face how can it be?
Face to face how can it be?
Face to face how can it be?