Te Alabaré

En todo tiempo te alabaré... En todo tiempo te adoraré.

I felt a rush surge through me. It hadn't been that long since I heard Spanish worship music. Though I generally pray in English, read my Bible in English and even sing worship songs in English, something about being in corporate worship and singing in Spanish always captivates me. My heart and mind zero in on my precious Father in a different way.

But this time was different. We got to the chorus and it felt like a flood of tears was locked behind my eyes.

I'm the God you trusted in Colombia-- the same one you follow here. I never change.

Chills shot down my spine and my hair stood on end. This wasn't a new concept... this idea of Christianity being monotheistic. Of course the God I loved and trusted and followed in Colombia was the same one that I follow when I'm in the USA. Of course he is.

The song ended and I just stood there, knowing that I had just had a profound moment with God. As the next song began, I let my spirit be stilled by his and focused on the words.

All I know is I'm not home yet

This is not where I belong

Take this world and give me Jesus

This is not where I belong

They hadn't finished singing the first line before I felt the floodgates unlocking. The tears just flowed. I  just stood there until my lips were salty. Take this world and give me Jesus. Sometimes the groaning in me for home is so strong that I can't breathe right. Sometimes the mention of home brings tears to my eyes. Sometimes I just want to pack up and go home. But as we sang this song, I remembered that this was only sometimes.

Yes, sometimes I wanted to be home.

But I want my heart to always be caught up in the beauty and the hope of my heavenly home. I want to always remember that this is not where I belong. Oh, takes this world and give me Jesus.

Give me Jesus.