I know I said I’d be quiet this week, but it’s a little hard when my whole world just opened up in front of my eyes. I literally feel like I am seeing everything for the first time. I have come awake.
It feels so brand new and amazing to go to church now. To know I’m part of God’s family. I’m so thankful.
I may be new at this, but I can feel how… amazing, holy, sacred… it is to be able to meet Jesus in the Eucharist. (There was a time when I was afraid I wouldn’t be able to understand the whole concept of the real presence in the Eucharist. Hello, Holy Spirit. You’re kind of awesome.) I want to strive to be able to come to communion with a clean heart. That feeling is completely and totally holy in every way. It is not of this world. It absolutely is a communion with the whole church on earth and all the angels and saints, and when we started singing tonight at mass after communion, I completely felt like I was singing with the angels and saints in heaven before my Father. Just overjoyed. Thrilled. Just to be singing and praising how amazing He is.
We get to do that forever. For-ev-er. And ever and ever and ever, amen.
I used to wonder if it would get old. Surely there’s more to do in heaven than sing all the time. I want to run and play and dance, play on the beach, bounce on a trampoline with Jesus (you only think I’m kidding), rock babies, make music, take naps with my Daddy. But if I have the chance to sing praises at the foot of the throne of the Most High God for a crazy long time after I get there, I’m still afraid that might end too soon.
I prayed tonight at mass for all of us who were just received into the church. I pray for all of us — yes, all of us — for that feeling of comforting familiarity that comes from knowing the Master holds the key to our hearts, and we are his, entirely, now and forever.
It feels like home alright. Yes indeed. Home sweet home.