Change

The reason change is difficult for me: changing churches. My faith is a core part of who I am, and having a stable faith community has become really important to nurturing that. Moving to Harrisonburg for college was difficult because I spent a year and a half church-hopping before going to the Middle East. So when I finally found a church that felt like home last fall, I clung to it. For much of last year, I lived for Saturday nights when I would go to church and hang out with friends from church for hours afterwards. That community became my second family within 2 or 3 months, and even more so by the end of the school year.

And now I am in Washington DC, starting over again. Where in Washington, DC can I find a community with whom I have 16 years of steady history, who know my parents and grandparents, where my roots are? Or where can I find a small, eagerly welcoming congregation that accepts me and encourages me in my gifts? So here I am, searching and praying that the choice will become clear within a few weeks, so I can have some stability before I leave yet again to start over in a new place.