Last year it finally happened.
I finally felt like I had found my place to worship, sit quietly and have fellowship with other believers.
A good friend of mine, Kevin told me about Grace Blue Ridge at his birthday celebration one evening.
Two weeks later I found myself in a welcoming space, a place I had past a million times on the road.
It didn’t really hit me until Christmas Eve services that I really felt a home there.
It was comfortable and challenging at the same time.
I loved the worship time, seeing a lot of people I knew and even though I didn’t always agree with him, listening to a pastor that had very strong convictions about what he was saying.
He makes you think and review your own convictions and I find that to be very important in our walk by faith.
I had read in the email bulletin that there was going to be a New Member class in February of 2014. I wanted to sign up but had a conflict.
I had paid for and was scheduled to take the GRE that day.
At the time, grad school was being prayed about and was just a glimmer in my mind. I decided that I could take the class at a later time and continued with my commitment to take the GRE.
Fast forward to May when I received my rejection from the grad school that I thought I was supposed to go too. At the time I had already pushed thoughts of Simmons and a move to Boston aside and settled for applying to a school near where I was living. I had gotten to know people at the church more and started to feel that maybe I was supposed to remain in the small little town that I had already spent 9 years.
But I also ended up applying to Simmons. I had complete faith that God would lead me where He needed to use me.
And in August, I said goodbye to the small town, the church where I thought I was supposed to be and moved to a really big city.
I haven’t attended a church service since I’ve been here.
Because I know it won’t be like Grace. I won’t know anyone. I’ll feel awkard and alone.
But I know that sounds well lame and that sometimes things are uncomfortable and new to us.
And that I need to get back out there and see what Boston can offer me in terms of a church home.
And again I pray and walk by faith as I wait to see what God has in store.