It was a typical Friday afternoon in London. Oxford Street was filled with people rushing towards the weekend and there seemed to be more traffic than usual on the roads. As I stood still amongst the chaos of it all tears began to overflow. But no one seemed to notice. I walked down Oxford Street not sure where to go, my cheeks soaked with tears. Still no one seemed to notice. I then got on a bus that was the wrong bus and when I got kicked off at the final stop (across the road from a graveyard) and sat and cried some more, no one seemed to notice. But God did. The day I speak of, took place in 2007 a month after I moved to London. That afternoon I missed an important meeting at a recruitment agency and I was starting to lose hope of finding a job and homesickness was flooding me.
As I was crying God was calling me home. I had sidestepped away from God years earlier, still believing in Him but this belief was not impacting on the way I lived my life. Prior to moving to London I had heard about the Hillsong Church campus there. I knew that I would check it out sometime during my stay. But it was only when I hit rock bottom that Friday afternoon that I decided to check it out two days later.
That Sunday when I stood across the road from church I looked to my right and there was Oxford Street, in fact there was the spot I had stood two days earlier when my meltdown had begun. Coincidence? I don’t think so. Perhaps God wanted me to stand across the road from His house (church) and look at how far I had come (literally and emotionally), to remind me that He plans for me.
When I recently heard the song “Glorious Day” by Kristian Stanfill I was transported back to those days in 2007, when I hit rock bottom and when I looked up to see God. The lyrics resonate deep in my heart… “You called my name and I ran out of that grave, out of the darkness into your glorious day.” At my rock bottom when I was sitting across the road from a graveyard just feeling so hopeless and lost I began to hear God’s voice calling me home. Two days later I walked into church and it was my glorious day! The day I came home.
I'd love to hear your story of your coming home. Feel free to post it in the comments field here or send me a message through the homepage of this website.
As I was crying God was calling me home. I had sidestepped away from God years earlier, still believing in Him but this belief was not impacting on the way I lived my life. Prior to moving to London I had heard about the Hillsong Church campus there. I knew that I would check it out sometime during my stay. But it was only when I hit rock bottom that Friday afternoon that I decided to check it out two days later.
That Sunday when I stood across the road from church I looked to my right and there was Oxford Street, in fact there was the spot I had stood two days earlier when my meltdown had begun. Coincidence? I don’t think so. Perhaps God wanted me to stand across the road from His house (church) and look at how far I had come (literally and emotionally), to remind me that He plans for me.
When I recently heard the song “Glorious Day” by Kristian Stanfill I was transported back to those days in 2007, when I hit rock bottom and when I looked up to see God. The lyrics resonate deep in my heart… “You called my name and I ran out of that grave, out of the darkness into your glorious day.” At my rock bottom when I was sitting across the road from a graveyard just feeling so hopeless and lost I began to hear God’s voice calling me home. Two days later I walked into church and it was my glorious day! The day I came home.
I'd love to hear your story of your coming home. Feel free to post it in the comments field here or send me a message through the homepage of this website.