When we moved to Oklahoma almost a year and a half ago, I was certain that this was where God wanted us to be. But in spite of that feeling of assurance, I was still nervous about living with two young children in a new town with no friends or family. Would we fit in? Would people like us? How would we find a babysitter when we didn't know a soul?
All of those fears were put to rest when we joined our church and met a group of the most wonderful people. People who babysat our children. People who brought us food when Trevor's grandmother passed away. People who love Christ and do their best to show His love as they go about their everyday business. But even as welcoming as a group of people can be, it's a fact of life that when you're the new person, you have to work at breaking into circles of friends and becoming a part of that group. No matter how old I get, I still feel like it's the first day of Kindergarten all over again and I'm trying to figure out who wants to be my friend.
This is not a criticism of anyone at our church, because we were overwhelmingly welcomed and made to feel like we belonged from the very beginning. What I'm talking about is that feeling of true friendship that can only come with time. Discovering which people had the most in common with Trevor and me, and who we really clicked with on a personal level. Which acquaintances developed into something deeper and more honest than the others, and who felt comfortable calling on us for favors at a moment's notice as we did them.
Now that we've had time to get to know people (and let's be honest....they've gotten to know us,