Little Ver was invited to a birthday party. It was her first one. And actually, it was a big first for a lot of reasons.
My family has made many many MANY changes over the last 8-9 months. I basically upset every apple in our cart as we came to some pretty important conclusions. One of the biggest changes we made included changing churches.
Some of my readers will think, “So what? What’s the big deal?” And some of you will gasp and say, “Whoa…what happened? Why?”
After 15 years we looked around and realized that there really wasn’t enough of a peer group for my children at our church, especially for my older kiddos. Being home schooled– that peer group was vital. But leaving a church family you’ve been with for 15 years is not easy. It’s just not.
The first Sunday I attended our new church, I cried all through service.
And the second one.
Actually, I cried almost every week for six months straight. So much had happened in our life and it’s just SO hard coming into a new group of people. We serve with the high-schoolers (Lord, I love those kids) and every week I would look for opportunities to make new friends. But that’s more than just a little challenging to do when I am also trying to manage my kiddos. Combine that with working and growing our non-profit and there is just very little time for making new friends.
So Ver’s little birthday party was a big deal because I realized we had finally made headway into making and building friendships with our new church family. As the mommies snapped photographs of the precious toddlers in tu-tus we joked about how we would look back on these photos in years to come and really see their personalities. As the girls pranced and danced around I had flashbacks of little tiny Daly Kay, Ryli and Bliss at that same age and the photographs I have with their now grown up friends and I just marveled at how quickly time would fly.
And I was grateful for new memories. And new friends. And the old friends that have stuck by me realizing that while I may have left our old church I never left Jesus or intended to end any friendships or relationships. I simply did what I had to do for our family.
So if there are some of you facing the same difficult decision…needing to make a change for reasons beyond your control…be encouraged. Changing churches is not an easy or flippant thing to do in the life of your family. But in the end, I have learned that fear never makes our best decisions. So do what’s best for your family, all fear aside.