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God of This City

One year ago, I was sitting in Riverbluff, my home church for over 28 of my 32 years, when I saw it for the first time. It was a video of images of Charleston, my beloved home, to the tune of "God of This City."

We had just found out we were moving. I just about balled my eyes out watching the images of Charleston knowing I was leaving the only place I had ever known as home--my family, friends, church, career and more. What a ride we have been on since then!

Last week at our new church, they sung the song and it made me think about what God has done in the last year and how much he has blessed us in the move. First, He completely orchestrated the move selling our house in just 7 days. Then he's blessed us with some amazing people to come into our lives and now we have Lana. At first, hearing the song again brought tears to my eyes as I thought about leaving Charleston and seeing those images flash in my mind. But then, the tears turned to gratefulness for what God has done. Then it dawned on me that God loves Chattanooga too, lol. He's the God of this City too and I've got to find my place, my purpose and my service here in this city.

Charleston will always hold a special place in my heart and we plan to return someday, God willing...but in the mean time, I'm growing where He has planted me.
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Shara Lana said…
Coooool Michele!!! God is soooooooo Good!!! What a testimony He has brought you through!!! Love and Hugs. Shara Lana
June 11, 2010 at 4:07 PM
Michele said…
He is so good. I'm blown away all the time. While we were in Charleston this week, I couldn't help but keep saying, I can't wait to go home. Might have had something to do with the crazy humidity there. I don't know how I didn't know how bad it was. Lol!
Love ya!!
June 16, 2010 at 6:50 PM
Shawna Lee said…
Oh, wow. We sang this song the first week after we joined our church here. I cried so hard because for a few months after moving here, I couldn't find God. You know how he was so real to me as we were preparing to leave Charleston, but once I got here I felt totally abandoned.

While I was singing that song, I was reminded that God is most definitely here, as he was in Charleston. I felt a peace, a sense of belonging. I still like to go "home" to Charleston, but equally I like to return to my new "home" where my life, and my God, are.

ps. Can you believe it will be two years this week???
June 22, 2010 at 11:32 PM
Michele said…
Shawna-Times flies, huh? I hear you. I think in some ways, I'm still looking for him. I don't feel abandoned but I do feel distance. I know that its me, not him. There are times when I have a hard time worshipping which really bothers me. He's been working on me with some unforgiveness and I know that is part of my problem. I'm just trying to empty the bucket a scoop at a time. So glad he doesn't leave us where we are.
Hugs to you and the fam!
June 23, 2010 at 11:16 AM
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