I miss everything: I miss home. I miss our church. Our friends. Our favorite restaurants and places and house and and and... I didn't know how much I would really miss them until we left. Each and every one of you are irreplaceable in my heart and it hurts to think of no longer "doing life together" with you all every day.
It has been even more increasingly hard to not yet have a church home here in Memphis. It's draining and hard finding a new routine, new friends, new grocery store, new... everything. Slowly, Jon and I are making friends and finding our way around. I even started a prayer group on Saturday mornings with some of the amazing wives who also have husbands in the program. More on that later.
Yesterday, we visited a small church plant here. It struck me as very peculiar that the pastor spoke on the same thing that one of my pastors from home did, on the same day. It both blessed me to go to a church that seems theologically on-point, and made me long for home.
Jon played some of yesterday's worship set from Redemption Hill for me last night. I found myself singing along with joyful tears and realized that it was the first time that I really felt free to worship since moving here. I truly miss feeling the freedom to worship unabashedly with my family in Christ that I had grown to really deeply know. My heart is so thankful for being able to listen to recordings from Redemption Hill often, until we find a new church to call home.