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Five Minute Friday # Reflect

Reflect

Its funny how when you come to the end of a journey...and all the mundane days or so they seemed...all blur together and the good notable memories, the feelings of love, the special touching times...those are what surface and stand out...

My husband and I have been on a journey and our whole family.
For the past six years we have been at a church.  This was the first full time ministry job that we have ever held.  We have grown, we have been stretched...we have failed, faltered, fumbled...risen, read & read, studied, talked and talked, worked, been confused and frustrated, car pooled, taxi serviced teens, he has planned cantatas, calendars, events, camps, fund raised, mission tripped, led choirs, sang His heart out, pot lucked, service projected ( i know its not a word)....and more

Relationships have been built...
They've grown deep down ... even further than i am sure that we have realized...
There is that sweet slight form of our girls' Missions Friends Teacher...Miss Linda...
They have blossomed under her love and care and I have seen the way her eyes spark when she sees them come into a room...
All the tears pooling in her eyes, when we told her we would be leaving...they hurt...I hurt...I know how much she will miss my girls

There's Miss Sandra & Miss Peggy who have always flooded our girls with songs, treats, and bent down to their level and have always given their best...always been dedicated to teaching our girls about Jesus, the One who really loves them...

There are so many older saints that we have prayed with and we have been blessed to have had pray for us...so faithfully....some that have so faithfully gathered together and prayed for our family...

There is that family that has generously poured out their support upon us tangibly...always helping us with our ever present car problems at their own expense...

There are those precious youth that we have loved and watch grow up...from early middle school on up to graduate, those teenage girls who shower our small girls with unending attention, affection...chasing them around the gym, playing Sea Monsters & Pirates, tickling them, piggy back riding them...

There are those few couples that our lives have enmeshed with and we have been caught up in their lives and learned from each other...

There are those women who have circled up and studied together God's Word...and what new things He might have for us and want to teach us....those women who have physically put in the work to make things happen...

But God called us this Autumn and let us know that our time was drawing to a close...
There was something new, something different He had for us...a new provision, a new job, new people to love and grow with and serve, a new time in our lives....

Its been a challenging six years in many ways, but the people that we have loved and who have poured into our lives will never be forgotten...

Right before we told our girls that we would be leaving our church...the only one they have ever known...the Church under which two of our girls have come to believe on Jesus and to love Him and to really believe and accept that He loves them....Right before we told them...our oldest little, Meredith hovering on her sixth year said to me, "I love my church.  I'm never going to leave it.  I'm going to go when I'm a grown up."  I knew that wouldn't be the case, but I let her say it and smiled and heard the smile in her voice.

As I reflect,I'm glad that when she thinks of church, she thinks of something that she loves and always wants to be a part of....
We look back and see His hands, we look forward and feel His wind of blessing at our backs and we walk on...in Him
The Girls with their favorite youth group girl.  We love her! 

Comments

  1. Moving on is difficult and often so emotional. Thank you for sharing here!

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  2. Sending you a hug tonight, sweet friend. Change is hard, but it can be so good...especially when you're walking with Him. Many blessings on you and your sweet family!

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  3. What a beautiful foundation to have. So hard to leave, but good to have this in your history. Loved reading your memories and knowing that you'll take them with you as you walk on to the next thing that He has planned for you!

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  4. Thank you for sharing this. Moving forward is the hardest part of leaving a church. It is amazing how lives become intertwined. While you will leave a little of your heart behind, you will also bring a little of those hearts with you. Never to be forgotten. Always to be loved & remembered. May He bless you & continue to guide you & your family!

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