In a way, I feel like this week has been a sort of homecoming for me but in slow motion. The tug of home and my First Love (Jesus) seems to pull me harder back into the haven of His presence.
I’ve ran far away from church and ministry (not from God) since I came home for lots of reasons. But His love strongly calls out to me even when I want to shut Him off. My heart has always known where home is. You can’t say “Yes” to God and say “No” to serving His church, fellowship with the brethren and ministry. Yes to God means loving your neighbor as you love yourself and serving them as well. You can’t have one without the other as a song goes.
One can’t receive healing by running away but by facing the heat of the battle. Lord, give me enough grace to swim back into the waters of ministry and fellowshipping with churchmates again. I pray for your hand to protect me as I lay my own protective shield down and take up Your protective hand over me.