So much excitement and expectation I think I am going to puke.
Nervous families cram into bleachers- 365 days of waiting to end in but moments.
Wave upon wave of emotion fills the place- all the longing and loneliness and missing each other reaching its zenith tonight.
Every second my smile breaks out again.
In seconds I will be in his arms and everything will be ok.
I will be where I belong. And he will be where he belongs.
Here with me. 

My stomach does a roller coaster flop as they open the doors.
With fog machines blowing and Toby Keith blaring, Heroes march in.
At the order of dismissal, I search for him among the sea of camo souls.
Looking, turning, running, I see his face.
Crashing in his arms, he is finally here.
Home.

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The Lord amazes me.
How often we think of Him as stuffy, boring, and static.
But He is the most passionate, wild-hearted Being in all existence.

In Psalm 23:3a, He proclaims that He “restores our souls”. More than just a renovation of our interior, the Hebrew meaning goes so much deeper. Restore (shuwb in Hebrew) means to bring home again. In the same way a bride runs to her returning soldier, so our Father rushes to embrace us. To usher us home.

His heart is not calm and dispassionate. He wildly rocks us in His arms with ecstatic delight. Like the father of the prodigal son, His heart is ablaze for us! And He has been waiting, anticipating, craving our return.

And finally, finally we are Home.