We have been praying for quite some time about moving back home, with our hearts open to God closing that door. It's such a weird feeling to actually pull up roots and go, even though I know with every fiber in me, that it's what we want and what God desires for our family. It's still intimidating to start all over in a place where people already have bonds and history together. When we moved to DC, we had only been married a year, and it was just the two of us starting over together. It was fun and wild and special. I cherish those newlywed years. Fast forward eight years and three kids, starting over as a family of five is a different story. We went to church in our new town on Sunday, and as we were standing in the hallway, nervously awaiting the Sunday school class doors to open, all I could think about was "thank goodness I have a buddy," of course my kids went into their classes brave, tearless, and alone. God is good. We went into church feeling the big Texas welcome and left feeling like we had a place to make friends and serve. It was a milestone day for me. I want to remember this whirlwind time because we are never ever doing this again. Ha! Stay tuned! I will post about how we staged our townhome to sell before it even went on the market...our last family hike...and making our new home ours...I may cry :)
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