A new home

This weekend St. Mary Magdalene celebrated mass in our new building. The church has been waiting for this day for all most 6 years and it was wonderful getting to be a part of this moment.

We began attending St. Mary Magdalene shortly after Emma was born, when we found that traveling over to St. Tim's with a new baby was not an easy task. We kept going back and forth between the parishes for over a year struggling with the decision to leave the parish that Eric and I grew up in, started our relationship, and were married at. Once Josh was born we both felt that God was moving us to Mary Magdalene and after a couple of obvious signs from Him we registered at our new parish.

Every Sunday for the last few years we have attended Mass in a school building, sitting on lunch tables and bleachers. It was strange at first, but then was like second nature and did not bother me. Today was strange being in the new building for the first time and the kids were a little out of sorts. I think they have gotten used to the school cafeteria too and sitting on normal cushioned chairs in a building with high vaulted ceilings that echo every word whispered was odd.

The new building is beautiful and I am excited that we have been led to this parish, that in a sense is just beginning. I look forward to raising my children in this parish and one day watching them get married in the beautiful church that we will call home.