About a year and three months ago a big thing happened to us. We moved into a house in Vermont. It’s more than a house though. It’s our home. I remember unpacking some wind chimes that we received as a wedding present. That wonderful sunny day was in 2004. I remember thinking to myself, “Those chimes were waiting for this home.” It was a comforting thought. We had never before had a place to hang them.
This is the first time in my adult life that I feel truly settled. (I’m coming upon a milestone birthday later this month. I’ll let you guess which one.)
In all the places I lived I knew that I wouldn’t be there that long (meaning…more than two years). I knew that God was preparing us. I never enjoyed the process of moving. Sure, I could pack the boxes. That wasn’t the problem. It was this desire to stay put for a while. Every time we moved, it was this huge reminder that we weren’t staying put. This is the first time that I haven’t had this looming notion in my head that I wouldn’t be here for long.
I want you all to know that despite the floods and fires (literally), I am truly at home here. This is where I want to be, to serve, to grow, and to love. Better than that, I know that God wants us to be here. For that I am thankful.
I am committed to this community. So if you want something (even if it’s a cup of coffee) or you need something (like someone to talk with while drinking that cup of coffee), please do not hesitate to let me know. I’m here for you, because I want you to know that God is too.
This is written by Kathleen Blackey, follower of Jesus and co-pastor at First Baptist Church.