Six years ago, I wrote about our family’s then-sabbatical from church. Said break was ostensibly due to the birth of our second son, but also? We were just tired. My husband and I had met at a church we loved in New York City. We had both become members there and, when we moved to Atlanta, had a hard time finding a replacement. Once we did, that church became beleaguered by infighting and ultimately ended up splitting. So we took six months off from active church attendance, tending to our newly-minted family of four and considering our next steps. Through a divinely-ordained chain of events, those next steps included a Mockingbird conference that introduced us to one of the pastors of our next church, which we joined and attended until we were shipped off — in another set of divinely-ordained circumstances — to Sydney.

And here we remain. We’ve tried several churches here, but none have seemed to fit as well as the one we left behind — either due to location or, more often … deeper issues. 

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