What does it take for a city to be home? One month in-Birmingham is no longer a place on a map, but a myriad of friendships and memories in England’s Second City.
Did Birmingham become home when I started collecting loyalty cards for our usual grocery store and kids play space? Did it become home when conversations with people at church drift from “where are you from?” to life hopes and current struggles, the stuff that feeds your soul? When we signed a lease for a little 2-bedroom house? Or is it when we realized that we may be the only Christians living on our street and set out to invite all our neighbors to decorate sugar cookies at our house this Christmas, in hopes that some may learn more of the true meaning of Christmas?
Either way, we are home. We are part of the global body of Christ, currently worshipping and serving with the saints at Grace Church. We’re exhausted from all the changes, all the newness. And our hearts are full, because we are home. Thankful to the 3 families who have shared their homes these last 4 weeks while we found one of our own. Ecstatic to be in a place where we can invite others into. To play in our backyard, to share a meal at our table, nourishing body and soul, and to grow in their relationship with the Lord. Welcome home.