We spent 6 weeks saying goodbye before we packed the U-Haul and headed back to North Carolina. We squeezed in one last Christmas Eve service and then drove through the night to Texarkana.
I vaguely remember the 22 hour drive, but I do know that we missed Christmas altogether.
Weeks turned into months and we spent every minute patching plaster and painting walls in our home/church. Our family huddled up around the dining room table on Sunday mornings and Thad led the family in what was no less than pure craziness.
We had left all that was hip, cool, and relevant and replaced it with Daddy on the guitar and the Action bible and the kids were having no part of it. I wasn’t either.
Thad was in the throes of warehouse management and relationship building and by February, he had already formed his first Life Transformation Group. By Easter Sunday, we had held our first Baptism service.
The Lord moved and quickly added couples to our team and in May, we began to formally meet in our home. I led the kids upstairs and Thad led the adults downstairs. We continued to grow and change and by August, it became abundantly clear that we had outgrown our home. We needed to multiply.
And multiply we did…
A tad bit too early.
These last few months have been filled with more prayer and honest conversations with our team. We have eaten humble pie and groveled at the feet of Jesus. We have stared blankly across the dinner table at one another and wondered how we have gotten to this place of ministry mess.
Our kids have asked to go back home, more often than not. They have cried over receiving letters in the mail and missed birthday parties. And they have learned how to slink quietly away from the dinner table when the conversation turns to what God is up to here in Rocky Mount.
We are all learning to put aside who we think we are so that God can shape us into who He desires us to be and this is hard. So very hard.
…Because Grace never sleeps.
Thank you Jesus.