When Everything Changes

I was raised in church.
My parents had been pastors and missionaries before I came along, so it was only logical that they would want to raise their children in church.
At the age of 3, we came to a church in the area that accepted us and loved us.
At the age of 16, I was given one week's warning before we left that same church.
It broke my heart.
That meant that I would have little over three hours to tell them all goodbye.
I would have little over three hours to spend with them for the last time.
Words really can't describe how emotional I was, but if I had to pick one, it would be emotional wreck (okay, it's two. deal.).
Our last week there was three weeks ago.
I've kept in touch with people via Facebook, including the new youth pastors. My last day was their first day.
So now, here I am.
A huge constant in my life just got flipped over, turned around, and thrown out the window.
My parents and I are on the search for a new church now.

To make matters more fun, I'm Chaplain for an entire band. 52 people, give or take a few.

This is my blog to record what happens When Everything Changes.

                                                                 -SarahCate