For six years we knew every nook and cranny and person at Central Christian Church.
We got engaged while there.
We got married there.
It gave Trent his start in ministry.
It instilled in us a love/hate relationship with pumpkins.
It introduced us to some of the most amazing teenagers we have ever met and will ever meet.
We spent about as many waking ours at that church as we did at our house.
And yet, here we are, once again visitors. The new people. Trying to remember names and not even entirely sure where the restroom is. Shaking hands and hoping we aren't sitting in someone's usual seat. Missing Mr. Bill's big smile and even bigger hugs at the door.
For someone who a) doesn't really like change and b) is still slightly scared of strangers...going to a new church is a bit of a challenge. I guess I had forgotten what it's like to be the new kid and start from scratch.
But you know what? It's good. And it's gonna be good. We have joyfully spotted some familiar faces among the strangers and all the strangers have been so kind and welcoming. We have gotten connected with a family who has fostered many, many little ones and adopted five of them. We have attended a potluck and brought our sack chairs for a Sunday morning service outside under the trees. We have also successfully located the restroom.
It's all good. And it's gonna be good.