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the changes have started to brew

this has been a wild weekend, a wild week as well! i'm exhausted but i don't know that there will be time to catch up on sleep or rest any time soon.

saturday was spent in a lame attempt to write a sermon for today's service. this morning i finally gotten it written but when it came to deliver it, i barely made it through.

you see, today it was announced that we would be leaving. it is likely the last time that i will preach at our home church. they had already been planning a graduation party for me after church today but it turned into both a graduation and a farewell party. i'm not very good at saying good bye.

we have been a part of this church family for 10 years--through the good, the bad, and everything in between. they've helped us to raise our girls and supported me as i journeyed through seminary. i've been witness to watching several children grow up in the process. it's a beautiful blessing to watch a child transform into the early stages of adulthood. it's difficult thinking about not being here to watch the rest of the transformation.

the hunky hubby has already began packing up our house. i'm amazed by the work he's gotten done. i think this part feels a little too raw and real for me right now. but i know that the time will blaze by and we'll be moving. i hope that this week we will make the arrangements to visit our new home and new church family.

in all of this excitement, i've mostly held it together--except when trying to preach this morning. this morning i did not make it through either service without crying but it felt right. i was filled with love and apprecition and there was no way i could have held back those tears.

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Barbara B. said…
what a happy/sad/exciting time! there's good stuff on the horizon for you!

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