It has been a long few months. Yesterday was our last service at our beloved church…a place we’ve learned in, labored with, lived alongside others, and loved. It is simply so sad to leave. I couldn’t even bring myself to go into the service for fear of completely losing it (as I already had with a few of the people I was saying goodbye to) so I sat in the car reading, feeling the drumbeats of worship reverberate dimly across the parking lot. The whole day was spent on the verge of tears. The problem is, even when you know in your heart after months (years?) of prayer and thought that something is the right thing to do, it doesn’t make it any easier. We are not church hoppers. We have been committed with our lives and our hearts, and just because God has made it clearer and clearer month after month that our church can no longer be our home doesn’t mean we’re happy to obey Him. I am so thankful for a God who has proven time and again in my life and in others throughout history that He has a beautiful plan for all of us. His ways are above ours. His plans are perfect even when they don’t look that way from down here. It feels like we’re leaving an old life and beginning a new life. We are apprehensive, guarded, eager, worried, yet confident in the Lord of all creation to bring us to the place He wants us.
Speaking of new life, we have several new lives in our circle of friends these days. If there’s anything that will bring up low spirits, it is a beautiful newborn (or two!)