they're the people that you meet, when you're walking down the street

Hands down, all-time favorite Sesame Street-ism, in case you were wondering.

If you know us, you know that we had a rock solid community of believers to lean on when we were in college. I mean, really...it was a community.

I think that was the hardest thing about graduating. It wasn't moving or getting married or getting a job or having to live with a boy (although that took some adjusting). It was leaving that family and not having another to jump into.

When we settled, we looked for a church to call home. We bounced around to several in the area and ultimately landed on the one we attended when we were in college. The teaching was wonderful, but we just had a difficult time getting plugged in. It was too hard. So we took a break from church to reevaluate what we were looking for. But we also wanted to meditate on what we believed apart from a (not the) church. We wanted to believe, not because we were being forced to, but because the Gospel rings more true when you FEEL that it's true. And sometimes you need to take a deep breath and start over to get to that point. You hear me?

So when we moved here, we were ready to hit the ground running, looking for a church community. We were prepared to try several, have the "what did you think?" conversation 20x over Sunday lunch and find something a few months down the road. Only God, meeting our needs before we could even define them, led us straight to the right place.

We visited the church once and knew we didn't want to go anywhere else. It feels more like the church Jesus talks about than any other church I've been to. It's the community we've been trying to find for the last two years. And we are SO thrilled to have found it.

So all you moms and grandmas out there, wondering if we're in church yet, the answer is yes. Rest easy :)