My Journey of Redemption

If you had asked me a year ago if my home church closing would upset me that much, I would have shrugged, said I had known it was coming for years, and I wasn’t that close to the people there anyway. However, as events have unfolded over the last six months, and as the long expected reality is finally coming to pass…it’s been a lot harder than I ever thought it would. I have found myself as of this year in the position where I have lost contact with my church for the simple reason that the only people from there who kept in contact with me were my parents, and I don’t even know if the doors are still open. And, knowing that I am absolutely on my own has been sitting heavy on my spirit this month. I have a pretty complicated church history; on the one hand that has made being where I am harder as I didn't grow up with the 1000 rules of righteousness (not a real thing but they may as well be), but I don't regret for a moment the wonderful men and women of God who impacted my

As a culmination of three years of constant turmoil, I have just finished announcing publicly and personally to my co-workers, that at the end of this year I will be leaving the little school in the bush that I have spent most of the last decade pouring into. While there is still quite a bit surging through my full, bruised heart, there is for the first time in a long time a core of peace. Absolute peace, because it is absolutely time for me to move on to the next step in the journey of faith I am taking. I don't know what I'd do without that core of peace; it has been missing from my heart for so long, and it is hard to do life without at least one part of you that is at peace. So, I'm learning to rest in that place--some days go better than others, but I know with all my heart that I am doing the right thing, and that God is still the one who leads me.