I took these pictures on Thursday. I miss the apple trees that used to line the front.
Today is moving day for our church. As I post this - all the men and boys are gathering to start loading and transporting the contents of this building over to the building we'll be renting until our new church is built.
It's been a long time coming, this move - and yet now that it's here it doesn't quite feel real. I've been going to this church, sitting in these pews, nearly my whole life. My mom and dad were the first wedding in this church (in the basement) (Lloyd and Vivian were the 2nd, and John and Carol S. were the first wedding upstairs). I was confirmed here, married here, and we had a couple of our children baptised here. Many years, lots of memories.
But in the end, it's just a building and it's time to move on. It's going to be SO nice having the church closer to home (we currently drive 35 minutes one way to church each week). Having the church closer to home would have made so many of my weeks just that much easier this past couple months - I was really starting to realize what a huge difference it's going to make. I could leave Wendy home when she's not feeling well and not worry that I'm too far away if she needs me. The teenager could get to church and still get to work for noon. I can afford the gas to attend both a Saturday wedding and Sunday service.
It's going to be SO nice to have church closer to home.
Goodbye old church.