At the beginning of the year, for a range of reasons, I changed churches.
I had been at that church for effectively 15 years, grown up there. Family churches where you spend the majority of your life leave their mark. They were my family, my tribe.
I went back for a visit this weekend, to join in the mission fundraiser. I was expecting to feel like coming home.
There were lots of hugs, "So good to see you"'s and such a good chance to catch up. But it wasn't home. There were people who will always be important to me, who will continue to have a big part in my life. But it was no longer my place.
I have made the step into a new place. Things are still new, but it will be my new tribe soon.