Sunday morning I stood in my "restaurant booth" at our new church. A girlfriend and I watched together as our Pastors, B&T, stood in front of our colt-legged church and committed to do "what it takes" to pastor our burgeoning body.
It was a moment.
All of the discussions Levi and I had waded through in deciding to move here, B & T's difficult journey to get even a small church to truly gel as they dreamed, T searching relentlessly for housing op's for us, B driving to Milwaukee in the middle of the night after grueling work hours to pick Afton & I up from the airport, praying, hoping, meeting and eventually filling Titletown's donated room, our Leadership Teams' growth from awkwardness to to fabulousness...and to look around and see all of the faces that have gathered in just a year...
It was overwhelming.
It's been awhile since I've felt really safe to open up some areas of the "real me" to exposure and growth. I can't believe it's finally time. I feel like a teenager before the high-school dance.
I am thankful.
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Magnificent.
"i feel like a teenager b4 the high school dance." what an awesome description! we all know what that moment of anticipation and simulataneous fear is like. it's hard as a teen...as an adult i know now, that's where all the growth is! yay!
And the dress, the shoes, the face... SLAMMIN!
Thanks for the faith in us :)
xoxox
did you just write xoxox? oh my gosh that makes me feel like "a teenager b4 the high school dance"......
jiminy
l.
YOU aren't even allowed to comment Levi - need I remind you of the driver of a certain "min-van" to a dance...
Don't make me air the dirty laundry.
DUDE - back against the wall w/ all the other freshmen! Bethy & I are BFFs 4ever!!
Yeah, babe, it's a gooooood thing.
im glad we got to taste the beginnings before you all moved on up. there's something special about small humble beginnings and those who remember them.
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