Resonate Community Church Blog

The story of Flight 93 is the story that will live on in the lore of our history, that stuff of Paul Revere and Bunker Hill, of Iwo Jima and Omaha Beach. Fighting against odds, victory and defeat that becomes blurred as the definition of hero stands out. I hate that 9/11 has become a political buzzword, useful in election years and platforms, but rarely used for true reflection. I remember, on the first anniversary of 9/11, on my way to work, I cried uncontrollably. I couldn’t explain it. I had no connection to the event, yet for some reason, I was racked with emotion.

I had just ventured out in starting a church, and in the midst of the instability and insecurity, I found myself understanding where my true value lies. As I reflected on those that died, some in valor and some without any warning, I knew that hope would spur me on. Hope for making the world a better place, for embracing my idealism against the winds of cynicism, for saying that I cherish my family and not being cliche.

Watching some of the coverage tonight about the families who lost loved ones, I was able to spend some more time reflecting. Kylie came out of nowhere and gave me a kiss. It felt good to turn off the TV and give her a hug.

Whew. We’re finally at home, not just in our house, but at home. My mom came this weekend to help us unpack, hang pictures, and get all the little things in order so we can just rest. We moved in last Monday, so tonight makes a full week of being here. We’ve met the neighbors (very nice folks I can see being friends with), painted two rooms, unpacked everything, and even managed to throw more stuff away.

Tomorrow I start my job working for the Hutto Chamber of Commerce. It will be a great way to invest in the community and just to get the vibe of Hutto. Plus, I’ll be doing a lot of the stuff I love (creating systems, maximizing potential, stuff like that). However, it will be the first time that I have a “real job” since Kylie was born. I’m gonna miss getting to see her as often as I do, but for now it’s just a part time gig (hopefully full time sooner than later). This week I’ve been going at breakneck speed just so I could slow down this weekend before the big plunge. Life is about to get very interesting, and I’m excited to see where God will take us.

I’m fighting the dichotomy between moving fast and taking it slow, pressing onward and being still. Is it possible to do both? I’ve heard that some sharks die if they stop moving (just checked on Wikipedia, it’s true). Is it true for me as well? I’ll probably include some of my thoughts more in depth over the next few days, but for now, I need to rest (ha). Tomorrow it begins.

Well, we’re here in Hutto. We sold our house last Monday, and are staying with Brandon and Cindy while we finish up our house here. It looks like we should close either Monday or Tuesday, barring any of more stuff that’s caused our delay so far. Erika is already involved with the Hutto MOMS club, and Kylie’s enrolled in a local dance studio (she starts next week).

I had lunch at the Hutto Chamber of Commerce today, and really enjoyed myself. It’s great when you meet people who are passionate about serving the community. You don’t often find others who truly love sacrificing their time and energy to make others happy.

Anyway, I’ll probably be silent for the next week or so until we get into the house, but I thought I’d keep everyone up to date.