Deciding to move from New York was a no-brainer.
As a matter of fact, it had been around 3 years of prayer, hoping for a chance to get out of New York.
You might think that is crazy, since most people are trying to get to NYC, instead of getting out.
Well, the thing is, when you have small kids and the playground is over a mile’s walk away and has scarey people hanging out, or when your car gets stolen from a residential neighborhood, or when rent is high, and you don’t get to change the color of the room, or use the backyard, or have room to store the summer’s clothes, or when taking the kids to school takes over 1.5 hours, you start to think there’s got to be a better way.
Having my own house started to sound really nice, and then it started sounding like a necessity, and then it became so far out of reach that I didn’t even want to think about it anymore.
That’s when Fabio found some job openings that really looked like a possibility.
Then the dream of the move became real again.
The process was over 6 months long, and I had a lot of excitement.
The one thing I couldn’t bring myself to think about was leaving our church. Graffiti.
I didn’t want to spend any time thinking about not having Graffiti. Even on the last day at Graffiti, I couldn’t bring myself to shed a tear. That would mean we were really leaving it behind.Even if we made frequent trips, we would eventually have to find a new church.
I knew that would be hard. I knew we would never find another Graffiti. But I also knew that God would go before us, and we would find a church that is right for us.
I expected the search to be harder, but we only visited some 5 churches before being recommended First Baptist Church of Perkasie by a friend, and once we visited, we’ve been going ever since.
Some days, I’ve shed a tear on my way to FBC, because it wasn’t Graffiti. Now it was time to cry. Somedays, I’ve cried just because I miss all our church family.
After about 5 months or so of attending FBC, we finally had a chance to attend FBC 101. It’s the class where the pastor teaches a bit about church doctrine, and overall church precepts that they follow here. It was pretty much what we expected, and now we know we are ready to join. We have to give our names to the pastors, and then we will be asked to give a brief testimony of how we came to know the Lord to the congregation. That will seal our deal, and we will then be members. It’s difficult to officially move membership away from Graffiti, but we know that this is the right step in being active in this local church. This is where we can now pour our resources, our gifts and our service. May God be glorified, and please keep us in your prayers as we look for opportunities to serve in ways that best use our gifts in this church.
Below is a pen sketch I did while attending FBC 101.
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That looks just like the guy, amor! I wonder how long our testimony is supposed to be. Well, we’ll see!