We went to our new church last week and as the band played I started crying.
I couldn’t help but think how it’s not OUR church. The band didn’t play the songs the correct way, meaning they didn’t play them like our band plays them. The people, although friendly amongst themselves, didn’t feel welcoming like at our church. I wasn’t greeted with a hug when I got my program like I have been almost every Sunday at our church.
Don’t get me wrong, Chesapeake Church is beautiful, it just wasn’t home.
All these thoughts were swirling around my head and then, as I sat there during the message with silent tears running down my cheeks, God reminded me that He was listening, seeing, and feeling my pain.
The person delivering the message preached on my most favorite verse:
When my husband was offered this position God had given me a challenge. Would I be the type of wife He wanted me to be? Would I be selfless enough to support my husband in pursuing the opportunities that He had laid out in front of him, even if it meant leaving my friends and family? I could have easily said that we weren’t moving and my husband would have turned down this job, but I would have been doing exactly the opposite of what God had called me to do.
The next three years is going to be hard. Being away from my family and all of my friends is going to be hard. I’m going to complain. I’m going to cry. I’m going to miss home. I’m also going to know that through all the feelings of homesickness, all the pain, all the sadness..God has my back. He will be my constant. He will put in place the support that we need to face these next three years and He will bring me back home.
So, I’ll be going back to Chesapeake Church and my husband and I will be signing up for their Starting Point class that begins next month. And I’ll go into each day remembering that God does, in fact, at times give us more than we can handle, but it’s never more than He can handle if we just let Him.