I posted a picture of Bubby on Facebook tonight wearing his new Awana Cubbies vest. I was proud to post it, but I was also a little sad. Posting it made me realize we are officially no longer going to the church we have attended almost our entire time in Missouri.
About a month ago I wrote about a decision to leave. It still makes me cry thinking about that meeting.
The people who need to know the details of why we are leaving know them. We aren't leaving out of anger or sneaking off because we have done something. I really wanted to be able to stay. My babies were dedicated here. The nursery workers know about G's issues. C LOVES his Sunday school teacher. I have some amazing, beautiful friends here. Our young adult community and its leadership is wonderful. The children's pastor is someone I call friend. And on and on I could write about why I did not want to leave.
But for several months we have lacked peace about a couple of things. So we prayed. We consulted people further along in life than us for insight. The best advice I was given was, "Don't run away from something. Run to something."
We waited. We talked to our dear pastors. We started looking.
And in the process we believe we have found what we had in mind and yet what we didn't quite have in mind - but we have peace.
There are more tears to shed, I am sure. There is more to share (and not share) about this whole journey, but for now I am just so thankful that God is with us. I am thankful that there are people I love where we used to attend, and I am thankful that I will be given new people to share life with at the new-to-us church.