Moving out

Oh, what a hard memory...We moved the week before Christmas.

This is the day we got the last things from my sweet little house where my husband had carried me over the threshold and my babies first came home. I didn't go by the house for weeks afterwards, I was so sad.











We said goodbye to our sweet neighbors who are our close friends.












And we weren't sure that my cat of 15 years was going to make it through the move.
















Once we moved, I felt like I was living some other woman's life for about 3 months. We moved to start the new church and knew God had clearly called us, but the unknowns of what that would look like were the hardest during this time.