In November we moved to a new city. We left my family and a church we loved behind to begin a new journey for our own family. We knew it would be hard, but we also knew that in the long run it would be good.

Since November we have been searching for a church to call home. Each Sunday we have gotten up and dressed and headed out to continue our search and each week we come home a little more dejected. Each week have just felt more and more out of place here wondering why we even moved to a city where we knew no one. But knowing all the while we came here because God told us to.

So we got up this morning, but not at all excited about it. Every Sunday it has gotten harder and harder to get out of bed knowing that this Sunday was going to be just like the last. You can not imagine how excited we were when we walked into the church we were visiting this morning and both felt peace and at home. I don’t have any words to describe the feeling. Maybe you have felt it yourself. The feeling of knowing you are exactly where the Lord wants you to be.