The Body Can't Lie

I was born and raised in the church. I've been a Christian since I was nine years old. My earliest memories are of Sunday school in the basement of a small, country church with the flannel boards and Bible characters, an out-of-tune piano playing Jesus Loves Me, and countless Sunday potluck dinners.

But somewhere along the way I had drifted. Life happened. Mistakes and heartaches happened. Pride and shame happened. And for more than a decade I hid from church. 

Then last November, I walked back into a sanctuary for the first time in about 12 years. I slipped into a seat as the worship music started and thought, "This feels familiar...but different." 

And suddenly my Garmin watch vibrated. I glanced down and the screen said "Your stress level is unusually high..." That's weird. I felt fine. Maybe it was the coffee.

But the following Sunday it happened again - at almost exactly the same time - as the worship music started. 

It was as if my heart couldn't contain the reality of what my spirit already knew: I was home.

Sometimes our bodies tell the truth before our minds can process is. Just like when John the Baptist leapt inside his mother's womb when he encountered the presence of Jesus' mother (Luke 1:41), my heart was leaping in the presence of the Lord as well.

God used a smartwatch to get my attention, to remind me that He never left and He was still waiting for me to come home. And I could now relax into the welcoming arms of Jesus.