We have had the privilege of living in the parsonage for the last 4 years. We can be honest and real that parsonage living takes the right kind of person. However, there were many blessings that came with living so close to the church. The commute was short. It was easy to stop by and say hello or participate in a weekday bible study. I often did not have to be ready for church until 15 minutes before. We also had help when things broke or didn't work right. The school system was also great and our kids loved being a part of the action both with the local school and the ones they attended. All this being said it was hard to say goodbye.
On Saturday morning after everything was packed, we saw God at work again. The kids were both playing and we were just about to call them, when my son asked to pray. He wanted us all to pray together as we left this place, so standing in the cold Chicago wind outside of the parsonage all huddled together for warmth, we prayed. Each one of us took a turn thanking God for what he let us be a part of. Thanking God for what he has done in our lives and what he is going to do in the future. We said goodbye to the parsonage and blessed it for whomever is next to reside there.
Later that night after the dust from our days traveled had settled I thanked God one more time. I thanked him for showing us how much our children love and trust him. I thanked him helping my children to know the power of prayer.
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