A new home.

A while back, I posted about a church to which I had started going. Since then I have been going to the young adult bible study, participated in a couple of work days on a Habitat for Humanity house, and attended church when I am in town. Actually, yesterday I was at the Habitat house, and I am SORE. I was basically kneeling to cut pieces of trim and then standing up using my legs alllll day. My quads are so sore that it hurts to crouch down. If I did not know better, I would say I did a couple hundred squats yesterday or something.

I was actually posting to say that I joined the church. I vacillated about this a lot. I really enjoy the church and have many opportunities of service through the church and the music is great. But, I did not know how much longer I would be in the area, and I feel that joining a church is a pretty big commitment.

And it is yet another decision I am making on my own and for myself that I thought I would be making with CF. I also had to let go of the fact that the other two people joining the church are in their mid-20s and getting married in July.

It was the right decision though. I think I have more anxiety about doing new things right now in my life than I ever have, but not really about this. There were little bios in the announcement today, and people were asking me about Boston, Vermont, and my research after the service. There was cake. I got a hand knit prayer shawl. Last week I started going to the bell choir rehearsals, and the director (and group) is really happy to have me. I will ring next week at the Easter service.

The only thing left is to make sure my name is not 'Jennifer' in the church directory. Why do people always try to make my name longer? I am 32 years old. I think I know what my name is. God probably does too.