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.
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?
Sara Groves, Going Home

For those of you who know us, and those of you who read Josh’s Blog, you are aware that Josh’s Grandma Smith passed away today. Feeling at a loss for words, I found a song(surprise) that kind of encompasses what I feel in terms of Grandma’s passing and what I know she would be saying if she were still here. Fortunately for her, she’s finally HOME.   I wonder how it is “face to face” with Jesus. Grandma finally knows.

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