Hearing From Home!


There are those of you here on this site who will understand, comprehend, and appreciate what happened to me today.

Have you ever “heard from home”?

It happens to me every once in a while. Sometimes, I think it happens because my Dad loves me so very much, that He alone sees the difficulty just around the corner on my journey, and wants to help me get what I need to step into that trouble, and step beyond it, too.

But, ya know, sometimes I think my Dad just wants to love up on His Kid sometimes, too. I tend to know the difference between which moments are “get ready to suck it up” moments, and which moments are “Hey, kiddo!” moments.

I can’t tell you which ones are more profound, but I can tell you that I sure am grateful for both.

Well, today was one of those really special “Hey, Kiddo!” moments. And, in the middle of it, me and my Dad started singing! This is what we sang. Dad wanted me to Worship WITH Him! How just awesomely incredibly cool is that? He was huggin’ me, and He was smilin’ and just beltin’ out this song with me.

Suddenly, my Dad just hugged me really tight, and said He wanted to hear me sing it. I did just fine, til that one part that says “He bore my burdens”. And, while my Dad was huggin’ me like I was ridin’ a rollercoaster over the top of “the big” hill, here came those words.

And, from somewhere really deep inside of me, came this most overwhelming, irresistible, all-consuming feeling of thankfulness. Like I maybe haven’t even felt before, but for sure not in a very long time. I couldn’t breathe! And, I couldn’t stop singin’. “Bawlin’ and snottin’” as my pal Mark Lowry LOVES to say. Mark loves to talk about hearing from home. Well, today I did. And, as honestly as I know how to say it, I wish Dad had taken me home today—right there while we were singin’. Singin’ with my Dad is just the very, very best moment in all of my existence. I know, deep within my being (somewhere past the core of it) we’ve done it before. We did it today. I know we will do it again, in not so long a time.

“I just couldn’t be more ready. My bags are packed and I ready to go.” That’s a memory of another voice already home, from George Younce. Today, I truly understood what he was saying.

Lemme tell ya, the last time we sang the Chorus, me and Dad both was just totally beltin’ it out! Sometimes, as hard as it may be to believe, Dad’s heart just plain ole longs to be with us. Have you ever heard Dad tell you just how much He loves you? I think that, maybe, we just don’t know what He means until we hear Him braggin’ on Jesus. Man!! And then, He just looks into our hearts with that same stuff blazing out of His eyes, and we start to understand that He loves us just that much too. Now, kids—THAT’S hearin’ from Home!

Thanks, Dad. I love You, too. I hope we get to sing again together, really soon. I’ll never forget this tune, Dad. Thanks for printing it on my heart.


I stand amazed in the presence of Jesus, the Nazarene.
And I wonder how He could love me--
A sinner condemned unclean?

How marvelous! How wonderful!
In my soul it shall ever be.
How marvelous! How wonderful!
Is my Saviour’s love for me.

He took my sin and my sorrow,
And he made them his very own.
He bore the burden to Calvary
And suffered, and died—alone!

How marvelous! How Wonderful!
In my soul it shall ever be!
How marvelous! How wonderful!
Is my Saviour’s love for me.

Ransomed in Glory,
His face shall I at last shall see!
This will be my joy through the ages--
To sing of His love for me!

How marvelous! How wonderful!
In my soul it shall ever be!
How marvelous! How wonderful!
Is my Saviour’s love for me!

Soli Deo Gloria!

Your Kid,

Bud