28 Days and counting

Sunday will mark one month since we began moving from Austin. It has been one of the most surreal experiences. With each stage of this #clergylife you begin to realize that many things will no longer be the same. We were met with kindness, hospitality, and oceans of grace. Equally, we mourned our former community. Unless you have lived in a close-knit community you do not really understand how living in one can be both comforting and stifling. I miss knowing that our friends are just down the street (literally) and counting on the daily reminders that we were all in this journey together (I could tell you darn near the minute people would walk by with their dogs). I miss having a consistent partner to go to Target with. I miss watching the seasons change (as much as they ever do in Central Texas) and knowing that so an so would be gone cause they go home during the breaks to visit family, but that they would return! It's a weird sense of comfort when life is simultaneously changing and moving forward. It is really like time sort of slows way down, at least when you are in the community. 

As we move into this next phase, I am grateful for the past. I am grateful for what lies ahead. I am grateful that we have new experiences coming, and I cherish my people that are a mere 90 miles away. I love you all. Know that deep in your bones. Until we can be together again (thanks a lot Rona), keep yourselves safe.