Thad is on his way back home from a men’s retreat at the coast.
I am compelled to write and yet, as I watch the limbs from the big tree in our yard sway , I too, feel swayed by my own emotions and words won’t come. Words that make sentences and complete thoughts, anyway.
This move is stretching me and I feel taut enough to break.
The kids walk on eggshells, as if waiting for me to break. I’m already breaking and I know it full well.
The tree limbs bend against the weight of the wind. Leaves break loose and I know the feeling of that wind.
It’s the same wind that I feel beating against me, breaking loose all that I try to hold onto.
And who can tell the Wind where to blow?
…Thad spent a year as the Children’s Pastor, a little more than a year as Family Pastor, and then became our Community Life Pastor for the remainder of the time we were at Fellowship. My love for the body at Fellowship only grew during Thad’s time on staff. I began to make plans for a life with these folks and I eagerly awaited Thad’s graduation from seminary.
A couple of months before the Christmas of 2010, Thad got a phone call from someone from Rocky Mount, asking him about his plans after graduation. Thad was cordial, but assured the caller that we loved being at Fellowship and that, no, we had no intentions of moving back home upon graduation. We laughed at the dinner table that evening. I laughed the hardest.
God sent buckets full of snow to Dallas in February of 2011 and shut down the city for about 10 days. The Lord slowed our life down and Thad and I began our first conversations about Rocky Mount. After that initial phone call in the fall of 2010, God began to turn our hearts towards North Carolina.
After the city began to thaw, we gradually put our thoughts on hold and began to dream big dreams for Fellowship.
Thad graduated from DTS in May of 2010, and as he began to process his desires for church planting, I turned a deaf ear and encouraged my Dallas roots to dig a little deeper. I had no interest in church planting outside of Texas and most certainly not in Rocky Mount, North Carolina.
For Thad’s graduation, many dear friends sent us home to NC for an extended vacation. I smiled when Thad told me the news.
I knew that the minute our car hit HWY 64 right outside of Raleigh, NC, Thad would know that we were not supposed to plant a church here.
Boy, was I wrong…