A Sad Day

Today I made all my posts but this and one other private.  I didn’t realize until after I made the edits on almost 1100 posts that editing the post to private also changed the published date.  That means I lost dates for every post I ever made on this blog. Whoops!  I was wrong.  Thankfully only the drafts changed dates.  All the rest of the dates remained!  Thank you Jesus!  It’s still gonna be a lot of work if or when I revive this place because there are posts that I wrote that were private, for my eyes only.  Somehow I’ll have to find them so they’ll remain that way… it’s still a sad situation, but I have access to my online diary complete with dates!

That means the posts I wrote over the months as Tabby’s homecoming story unfolded.

Gone.

The day Isaac got his first pair of glasses.

Gone.

The date of the day we put our beloved Mocha dog to sleep when he was so old and blind he nipped at Isaac before Tabs came home.

Gone.

The years I wrote tributes to my Superman for our anniversaries.

All of my kids growing up years, so many posts about homeschooling them and so many other thoughts about things to do with life as I saw it…

and so much more…

All gone. My online journal.  Nearly 13 years of blogging at homeskoolmom.  Gone.

All because  people at our former church could not leave me alone.

Excuse me while I go cry…

We Didn’t Expect What We Found

We did not expect it.  To find a new church home so soon.  But God is good.  He knew what we needed before we knew what we needed.  He even knew what we needed when we said no,  but after a few weeks away, he has brought us all together, and everyone agrees, this is the place for us!

Flashback:

A few weeks after all the chaos, our gracious, wonderful friends had a weekend free at their lake house. While we didn’t really feel like it, we were sitting around Saturday night mulling over where to go to church the next morning.  I remembered that the children had taken some acting classes with Christian Youth Theatre many years before at a church near the lake house, so I began researching.  I was looking for a church that we could visit for one Sunday and found a church that offered great potential for more than one Sunday.

“Wow! Really?  This looks good!  Hey Shane!  Come look at this!”

We visited that Sunday and were welcome with open arms.   We visited while we licked our wounds and we were loved. And we loved them. But, we hadn’t really visited anywhere else and didn’t want to jump in on the rebound. So we decided to visit other places.

Grief is hard but as time passes healing comes.  The biggest healing came when we were there surrounded by those that know how to love.  After visiting some local congregations, we are ready to return to that awesome body of believers!  We are ready to jump in and be a part of a growing, vibrant church that loves God and serves people!

And the peace that passes understand has filled my heart.  Whether we stay there a year or 10 years or a lifetime, I know that God has led us there. And I know that they will always hold a special place in my heart.   We know the leadership is strong, the Gospel is preached and we will be appreciated.   More than that, I know this is where God wants us to be and I am thankful beyond words!

My heart is full!

In His Grace,

Christy

I’m linking up with Kate and the gang at Five Minute Friday where the word for the week was EXPECT.