Sunday mornings are weird.
We know where we are supposed to be… but we are 800 miles away from our home at Perinton Community Church.

We packed up from our rental and moved everything over to the new house.  We bought air mattresses to sleep on and then we watched God get to work.

Our belongings weren’t to come until Thursday.  While we were in and out of the new house on Saturday, different neighbors were introducing themselves to John.  He said everyone seemed really nice and some had said things like, “Let me know if you need anything.”  So I suggested to John that if anyone asks if we need anything to ask about borrowing a few tables or chairs so we wouldn’t have to eat on the floor all the time.  (We had some plastic ware and pots and pans and paper plates, and bought a few bowls, so we knew we could eat here.)

Before John left Saturday evening, the next door neighbor introduced himself, and sure enough, told John to let him know if we needed anything.  John mentioned that as a matter of fact, we’d love to borrow a card table if he had one.  He said he didn’t think he had anything, but he’d take care of it.  A short time later, he was back with a table from the neighbor on the other side of him.

Sunday after we got our stuff in, we decided we’d go out to eat.  On the way to The Coach House, John spun to the home of the HOA director, Kristen, to ask about a key to the community pool.  As he came back to the car, he was carrying TWO FOLDING CHAIRS!   It was incredible!  She and I swapped cell numbers and chatted for a minute.

We went to dinner and I got catfish.

I LOVE catfish.

As we were driving back from dinner, we entered the track and took the turn onto our street.  At the house on the corner there was a man in his driveway wiping down folding chairs… and there was a card table leaning up against his truck.  I blurted out, “John, those must be for us!” and John slowed down, backed up and not only did the man help load the four chairs and the table, he asked how many people in our family and John told him 8 and his wife ran back into the house and brought out two of their kitchen chairs and popsicles. 

I don’t know how long it will take before this weird empty house feels like home.  But God does.  And we are leaning deeply into Him. 
And if we serve a God that cares about chairs, how can we wonder about tomorrow?