Wednesday, March 27, 2013
on finding our place
at 11:35 AM
We spent the past weekend in the quaint little town of Apex, NC. Trevor and I were visiting a church, interviewing to be their worship pastor. (To be clear, Trevor was the one interviewing. Homegirl can't carry a tune in a bucket.)
Everything about the weekend was perfect. The church was incredible, the people were great, and the town was something out of a fairytale. We both instantly fell in love with it. While Trevor was in worship practice Saturday night, I thought I'd drive around town. (Technically, I was heading back to the hotel but I got lost and ended up downtown, but you know how it is. I'm not known for my sense of direction.) I parked the car, walked into a charming little coffee shop across the street and immediately claimed the little table by the window.
I let the twinkling lights in the window and the laughter in the shop distract me from my Pat Conroy book. I was entertained just sipping my green tea and watching the world of Apex, North Carolina pass through this tiny coffee shop.
The place was alive; fragrant with life and community and friendship. An older couple strolled in to meet with another couple, explaining with waving hands that they had just sold their house. A younger couple made their way inside, murmuring softly to each other as they balanced their coffee and their tiny newborn baby. College aged girls laughed on the couch for hours.
This, I thought, is the place I've been waiting for. A quaint little town where I can see myself having friends over for dinner on Saturday nights, where Trevor and I could spend our Sunday afternoons riding bikes through town before stopping for a latte. I could see myself writing one day, at this very spot by the window, a book about all the fascinating people I would meet here. This is the place where I want to one day rub my hand over a baby bump and call my mom when I feel its first flurry of life.
Sitting there alone in that cafe, I knew that this was what God had been preparing me for. The town, the church...they had our names written all over it.
Sunday morning was when Trevor would be leading worship for both of their services, the moment of truth. I was eager to cheer him on after weeks of watching him practice and prepare. I even managed to roll out of bed at six in the morning, which is no small feat.
He had someone pick him up at the hotel, and I was to drive over at the church before the first service began. As I was walking out of the hotel, I reached into my purse to grab my keys, but they were gone. Frantically pulling everything out of my suitcase and searching the hotel room from top to bottom, I finally realized that Trevor had my car keys.
I texted and called him a million times but it was too late. He was already onstage.
I managed not to burst into tears, but did come close to sweating through my silk shirt. What a day to wear organic deodorant. The hotel staff just kind of stared at me as I paced back and forth, sucking in air like I was in labor. They're not going to hire him now. They probably hate me. Trevor doesn't know where I am. It's all over!
After an hour, I realized there was nothing I could do but sit there and pray. Finally, just before the second service, the pastor's wife came and rescued me, and we made it in time to hear two of the songs.
And, long story short, they offered Trevor the job. You better believe we cranked up the music in our living room and did some booty dancing as soon as we got the call. We don't have an exact moving date, as there is still so much to figure out (jobs! apartment! finding the library!) Because finding the library is one of my top priorities.
Thank you SO much for all your prayers and encouragement! It means more to me than you know. In the meantime, I'll be packing boxes and googling, "jobs involving books in Apex".