In fall I did a post entitled "my church...my family" where I spoke about my struggles with leaving my life-long home church of FG and making a new home for myself at MG.
Today I went back to FG for the first time in 2 1/2 years. The last time I was there, I was still pregnant with Malia.
As soon as I walked through those doors, it hit me. I. WAS. HOME.
The church family has grown and changed and the building has since been renovated -- but I knew without a doubt that my connection to this church was alive and s-t-r-o-n-g.
I was amazed at how much had changed though. Mostly with the people. Little kids that used to only be knee-high to a grasshopper when I last attended were now half my height (has it really been that long?). Some of the kids in my special K-Family (you know who you are!) even participated in the service by playing the piano. The youth kids who I used to be a sponsor for were a-d-u-l-t-s. One even is married with a baby! Others are youth leaders themselves now, or are evening running the college & career group. They are responsible young adults, and as I watched them today and learned a bit more about them -- I was like a proud parent, for I had a hand (however small) in guiding them in the directions they took in life.
As always, it was during the congregational singing where I got the most choked up. I looked over the congregation and saw the faces of many cherished friends. Each face held a memory (or a thousand!) and I was so happy that I was able to experience being among them one more time.
I really do love my current church -- MG -- like I stated in my previous post about churches. I know that MG is now my home church, and I feel very much a part of it; they are family. But FG will always be "home" to me. And that's okay.
The pastor of FG even asked me that very question during our short conversation this morning: "So, does it still feel like home?" I responded without hesitation, "Yes. And I think it always will."
Ah...it's always good to come home.