“This is what it sounds like when you sing Heaven’s song. This is what it feels like when Heaven comes down. This is what it looks like when God is all around. Let it come.”
As I am lying in a comfortable bed, with pillows all around me, all I can think about is how much I miss Africa. I have been home for less than twelve hours, yet it seems as if I have been away from africa for so long.
I have a deep and burning desire to share of my experiences with everyone. As hard as I try, I cannot seem to come up with the right words to describe everything I feel. I am certain that no one, no matter his or her skill, can accurately explain such an amazing experience. With that being said, I will give my best effort to describe what I have experienced over the past few months.
This is what it feels like when Heaven comes down…
Over the past three months I experienced what it feels like when Heaven comes down. When Heaven comes down, it feels like the warm embrace of a nine-year old boy, walking on clubbed feet, who simply wants to be held. It feels like his hand in yours, walking side by side with no destination. It feels like his warm breath in your ear, as he whispers sweet secrets to you. It feels like his beautiful feet, kicking you from underneath the table, simply to make sure you are still paying him attention. It feels like his legs, wrapped around your waist, as you give him piggy-back rides up and down the beach. When Heaven comes down, it feels like tears running down my cheeks as he, Ensermo, says, “I love you and I want you to come back here. Promise me you will come.”
When Heaven comes down, it feels like fresh rain pounding down after weeks of boiling sunshine. It feels like the mud beneath your feet as you run in open space. It feels like puddles splashing all around as you dance wildly before the Lord. It feels like water streaming down your face as you look boldly to Lord and praise Him for the rain. It feels like the gripping of hands as you try your hardest to keep your best friend from falling. It feels like wet clothing, sticking to you as run to bring everyone out into the rain. When Heaven comes down, it feels like the crisp air and cool breeze that come over you after an unexpected shower.
When Heaven comes down, it feels like a child pouncing on you from behind when you least expect it. It feels like his grip around your shoulders as he makes every effort to climb onto a truck to make sure he gets to tell you goodbye. It feels like his arms around your neck as he looks you in the eye and reminds you of his name for the twenty-third time. It feels like his elbow in your face as he scrambles to get off the truck before he gets in trouble. It feels like his hand squeezing your hand as you help him to the ground. When Heaven comes down, it feels like your heart racing as you anxiously await the next time you will see him.
When Heaven comes down, it feels like the hands of precious friends, praying blessing over your next year of life. It feels like a dozen taps on the shoulder, as friends receive prophetic words for you, one after another. It feels like a friend placing a pillow beneath your head so you don’t get hurt as you get wrecked. It feels like your stomach turning with excitement as your friends gather around and sing songs for your twenty-first birthday. When Heaven comes down, it feels like the radiating warmth that comes from the deep love of precious friends.
When Heaven comes down, it feels like an explosion of emotions, none of which can be put into words. It feels like three months worth of experiences that cannot be explained. It feels like deep emotional wounding and healing. It feels like your heart beaming with compassion as you live your life in the poorest nation in the world. It feels like the rush of excitement as you pray for the blind and see them healed. It feels like embrace of beautiful friends when there are no words to comfort one another. It feels like a child’s head on your shoulder as he begs you not to leave. It feels like a hundred little hands, tapping you on the back, begging for bread. It feels like the waves of the ocean crashing over you in the afternoon heat. It feels like the dirt beneath your feet as you chase children down the beach.
When Heaven comes down, it feels like you are home. It feels like you are in the center of God’s will. It feels like you are fully alive. It feels like no attempt of the enemy can take you down. It feels like you are full of the strength of God. It feels like you are on fire, like you could burn through any sickness or disease. When Heaven comes down, it feels like you could never imagine your life any different; it feels like everything is just as it should be.