We have lived in a town where we know one family for the past (almost) six years. We have driven to our Heart Group, driven to church, driven to work, driven to our home town, driven to our family, and driven anywhere else we needed to go in that time. They’ve all done a lot of driving, too.
I do not mind driving. That’s not it at all. I mind not being able to have a home where people just stop by on their way to and from the grocery store–just because they saw we were home. I miss having the home that acts as a hub for friends, family, and the like. I miss hosting and entertaining without being “a drive” for everyone. I miss community. My friend Wynne posts about her open door policy a lot, and I long for that. Growing up, I had the home people were always stopping by. All my friends knew where the key to the back door was, and it wasn’t uncommon for them to stop by even if I wasn’t there.
I can’t wait to be back in a community where we know people. I love the family we know here–tons–that’s not it. I want to be back in the action; I want to live, work, and worship all in one place. I want to wave at people I actually know on my runs. I want to have a knock on my door when I’m not expecting anyone and not have it be a solicitation.
Will we stop hanging out with the friends who aren’t in our hometown? Nope. Not even close, we’ll be in the same situation with them we have always been in, so that doesn’t have to change. Someone has always had to drive (now they’ll just need to bring me things from “the city” when they come).
God has truly prepared my heart to go.
I don’t know if I even thought it was possible, but what’s a little relocation to the One who can move mountains?