Hitting home...

Saturday started our work on the house. Jeremy has patched up the corners of walls that we have hit with furniture or heavy things and kinda dinged up. The bathrooms will be painted this morning, and I am going through every room finding things that we do not use and I don't want to take with me to Georgia. Last night was my first emotional moment when I thought...o.k., this is gonna be hard. My Pastor was preaching on "precious memories" and talking about people in his life that when he remembers them he remembers good things and it encourages him. He used me and Jeremy for an example. I came to this Church when I was 2 years old. Jeremy and I were in the Nursery at Faith (together) when we were little children. Through the years Jeremy's family moved all over the place with the military, and then ended back up at Faith when he was 19, I was 18. We fell in love, got married and have been through our infertility struggles, which everyone knows about, but my Pastor knows (from our own words) the hurt and sorrow and now joy and healing that we have experienced. I sat in Church and thought about the things these people know about me, and have prayed me through...I did not hide the fact that we were struggling with infertility. I wanted people to know that I had hard times on this journey, and I needed their understanding and faith to help me out of the valleys. We rejoiced as one big family when Jeremy and I found out we were finally pregnant. I had a Church full of prayer warriors when I gave birth to Jakob and was admitted back into the hospital. I know a new Church family will bring new memories, but there will always be special memories at Faith that will not (and can not) be replaced. Jakob has 200 special Aunts and Uncles, adopted brothers and sisters. I will be leaving people who have made such an impact on my own life, it will not be easy. I will be leaving a place and many friends that have helped me grow in the knowledge of God and in my Faith in him. I know that wherever we end up my story will be told, because I will tell it. God gave me a miracle when he gave me Jakob, and I can't help but glorify his name in that. Maybe, just maybe God has another special person who needs to know that He will bring them through their trial, and maybe Jeremy and I are the people to bring them hope and faith. I'm glad no matter where I end up Faith will always be home... and just a small trip away.