The Brown Family is Moving to Florida
Ten years ago we left the Destin, FL area to move to Winston-Salem, NC. I can confidently say that the Lord lured us here. Now, I can say with equal certitude that it is time to return to Florida.
Rather than boiling down a decade of life into bullet points in a single, dramatic blog post, I simply wanted to let you know what we're up to and I'll let you into more of the journey over the coming weeks and months.
We love Winston-Salem. We love our friends and family here. We love Wake Forest University, which has been my place of employment for the past 3.5 years, and a second home for my family for much longer. We love the schools where our children attend. We love our sports teams. We leave this place, our home, with tears in our hearts: all of us cry, have moments of grief and fear. But our time here is complete. Our memories and relationships, however, carry on. We'll be back from time-to-time to visit family and friends.
On June 11, 2018 we'll point the hoods of our cars South and make the trek we've endured a hundred times to visit my family in Florida. My mother and father and brother and sister-in-law and grandparents and cousins and aunts and uncles and lifetime friends will receive us back into the fabric of their lives. We'll carry threads of Winston-Salem with us into this tapestry. As we return to my family, we are leaving Elizabeth's family here in North Carolina. This is difficult; there's no easy way to put it.
For a long time I've desired to align my work with my vocation to preach and teach and write. Now, I'm joining the staff at Generations United Church in Niceville, FL as Associate Pastor for Spiritual Formation and Community Life. This church is where I began my ministry nearly 20 years ago. I've never lost my love for them and they've always welcomed me over the past decade to be part of their lives, whether through friendship or speaking at the church.
We're all excited about this; each of us has something in our hearts, something of destiny and hope, as we make this move. We also leave our home in Winston-Salem with deep affections and relationships. I suppose that good moves have something of both tears and joy, perhaps like watching a dear old saint pass from this reality to the next, like watching a child leave home for the next adventure. The Body of Christ, like photos in a family hall, holds safe bygone days while leaving space for fresh smiles.
I'll check back in later. I have a feeling I'll be unpacking this move for a long time. Here's to a new journey. Here's to the journey that has led us here.