Do you remember what is was like the first time you went back to the home your grew up in after being on your own for a little bit? For me, it was after I got married. I went back to my parent’s house and I felt comfortable, safe and understood…and at the same time I knew it was not my home. While I knew I could come anytime, I loved my new home, new independence, basically I loved my new life. I was grateful for that house but it no longer provided my foundation.
I experienced this anew today. I had the opportunity to go the main campus of our church for a meeting today. I was excited to go as it had been some time since I saw these people I was meeting with and I was looking forward to catching up with them. I walked in those doors and I knew where everything was. I knew where the meeting would be, I knew what the next hour would entail and I was comfortable. I was able to visit with some friends and catch up for a few minutes.
But you know what? I knew it wasn’t my home anymore…and it felt great! We say that our church is ‘one church with two locations’. I have said it many times but today I got to feel it. I got to feel ‘home’ I knew for five years. I loved it there…but I equally am falling in love with the new campus. I love learning to navigate the new hallways, dive into new community and serve with some incredible people!
For some time now I have felt torn between the two campuses but today it felt different. Today, it felt like my childhood home. A home I will love, can return to anytime but a home that is in the past. And it feels good to make a new home sweet home now.