Its been 5 years, 1 month & 4 days since we moved. Not only to a new home, new
school, church, new way of life.. but a new state. It wasn't what most would
consider a HUGE move, but it was like moving to another world for us.
I moved a little further from family, friends, and everything I knew.
What's really strange, when we were settled, I felt like I had moved home.
I was finally home. I had never lived in a community where I have felt like
this is where we were meant to be. Even with that peaceful feeling, I still felt
like I left so much of myself behind.
Last Sunday, we visited my parents. They still live in the same area.
This is my church. I guess I'll always call it my church.
Its where I was raised. Its where my children first
learned about Jesus. We grew up here. It looks exactly the same.
I love these stain glass windows.
5 on each side.
We have a brick outside.
Thats our anniversary date.
It pulls at my heart a little going back, but it was such a peaceful
felling seeing everything looked just as I remember.
Doesn't matter where you are
Doesn't matter where you go
If its a million miles away
or just a mile up the road
take it in, take it with you when you go
who says you can't go home