Momma's Cake

I am writing this post from my Mom and Dad's house in Avon, Indiana, the state that we now call home. We have completed our move from North Carolina, and are excited to be back "home". Indiana has always seemed as if it was home. When Tif and I were in Seminary we always felt that is where we wanted to be long term. Our ministry visions always seemed to be tucked within the Hoosier context. It never has left us.

For years I tried to tell myself that it is just because that is where my family was, or that it was because that is what was familiar to me. I don't believe those things anymore. I believe this is where God has called us to be used. Used to plant a church that might not look like a church to most. Used to live with those I am called to pastor.

It won't be easy. I remember something about "a teacher in his home land". Good thing I am incapable. My inability to do what I am called compells me to lean on the one who is capable.

Well, I have to go, Momma's cake (choco-cake with syryp icing) is finished. There are perks to being home.