This...feels like home.

It happened. That unexplainable moment when you suddenly feel like your house just became a home. It doesn't last for very long, but last Wednesday I stopped just long enough to soak it in and stand in complete and utter joy and peace while simultaneously thanking God for blessing me with my family,my job, my house, and for the memories from last Wednesday night that will last forever:

A few people silently using all their concentration to come up the that perfect move in a close game of Blockus in the dining room. Two handfuls of people shamelessly dancing their hearts out on the living room floor to ridiculously funky moves trying to get the best score at just dance.

A few people lounging on the couch playing twenty questions and just "being". The occasional kid running through the kitchen to get another handful of chips and fresh strawberries. A cup of soda spilled on the floor. Seven of us against Maximus running and diving as fast as we can to try and get his toy tire from his mouth, and failing miserably that we laugh so hard we cry.

Watching priceless expressions as each person rides the zip line in our backyard, hearing the cheers of approval for their successful attempt, and even louder cheers for the not so successful. Practicing worship songs on guitars outside in spite of the wind trying to blow away all our papers, not having enough light to see all the chords on the pages, and trying to change the chords we don't know to ones that sound like they fit.

Sitting in a huge circle around the fire pit singing and learning hymns. A moment of group reflection mixed with really funny insight by one of the younger kids as we all listen and unsuccessfully try to remain serious. Roasting smores, guitar sing- alongs at the top of our lungs, huge dance party under the lights on the back porch, and laying on the grass in a huge pile to look at the stars. This...feels like home.

A voice to remember

I see my grandma from behind as we walk into the room where the church service at Bethany home will take place. Immediately, I recognize the back of her head, as she sits in her wheel chair at the back of the room. I have a flashback of trying to get up early enough in the morning to watch her put up her waist length white hair into a perfect bun. I will never forget the day she asked me to help her put her hair up. We walk up to her, give her a hug, and sit on either side of her. She slips her hand in mine,something deep in my heart just lets go,and I just start crying. I try to regain my composure and focus all my attention on the music.

We are sitting with all the other people at Bethany home listening to the instrumental hymns playing before the Sunday morning church service starts. As I listen, I start hearing this voice...someone humming this faint alto harmony..in perfect tune...confident,soft,and beautiful. It is so faint I can hardly tell where it is coming from.

Just then I slowly turn my head and realize...it's MY ninety-year-old grandmother humming perfect harmony. My heart stopped for a moment, and I leaned over and blurted out "grandma, do you like singing hymns?"(my heart starting to beat faster in anticipation). She paused and thought about it for a moment, and whispered, "I just can't help but sing", as if she were giving an apology.

I almost lost it completely right in the middle of the church service. If you know me, you know that I am exactly the same way. It is nearly impossible to stop me from singing. At that moment so many things became clear to me at the same time that I had never really put together that I felt like I was having an out of body experience. Like I was was watching myself hum the melody along with my grandma's harmony as I tried to hold back the tears.

I have read and read the scriptures that talk about blessings and faith being passed down through generations, but at that moment I felt it. It's like I was holding the hands of all my ancestors before me, singing to my Savior with all faith, passion and joy in the world. I too just can't help but sing.

The video below is later on that day when we sang hymns together. Not only is "The Old Rugged Cross" my Dad's favorite hymn, but right after I took this video, my Grandma said that this was her mother's favorite hymn as well. She said singing it "made her homesick for her momma". My Grandma's mother died when she was five years old. She has been waiting eighty-five years to see her mother again. As my Aunt Joyce said, "that's a long time to do anything." I imagine she is thinking about her mother as she sings in the video. It isn't glamorous, I'm singing too loud so it's hard to hear the others, and the angle isn't great...but regardless of how it looks, Christ was very present in the room that day, and I think we all were changed somehow after our visit with her. I can't really explain it, but then again, with the best things in life, you just can't.