Home Sweet Home

I trust in the Lord that listens to his children and has an infinite and definitive plan. He has a reason to challenge and cultivate my family in the very place he has called us to be planted, be it permanent or temporary. God has us placed right here for a purpose. Not just in Dayton, or at Apex, but in the very neighborhood and home where he has moved us.

In a military family, being the newcomers to a neighborhood is a common reality, and one I fear I may never get used to.  Dave and I knew we would move to Dayton, Ohio after he completed his PhD. He was assigned to teach at the Air Force Institute of Technology in his field of study. I had never been to Ohio, but before we met, Dave had lived in Dayton while completing his master’s degree at AFIT. In the last nine years I’ve heard many stories of his time spent at Apex, his house church, his accountability partners, and his experiences there that solidified his testimony of salvation.

In early summer 2014 we visited Dayton to find a house. Our two young children, daughter Cameron and son Jack outlined very specific instructions for our house hunting. They wanted indoor plumbing, a black refrigerator, and a freezer filled with ice cream- vanilla and strawberry to be exact.  

As an introvert, I am attracted to homes that offer a hint of privacy and isolation. In Texas our home backed up to a city park; in Japan we were surrounded by rice fields, and in Colorado we were buffeted by forested green space. In turn I let my mental and creative energy develop as my closest companions.

And then we went house hunting in Beavercreek. Clearly isolation would not be an option, neither would a six foot privacy fence in the backyard.

Dave, on the other hand, saw nothing but possibilities in the suburban lifestyle we were destined to embrace. My children were eager to see their new home with open, grass-covered lawns and other families nearby with kids of all ages. My quiet isolation traded for merging property lines and (imagined) neighbors and kids knocking on my back door to come out and play. My windows would face the windows of others, exposed to external view and (perceived) judgment.

We spent a considerable amount of time preparing for the move in prayer. May God increase my dependence on him.  May I embrace the opportunities of frequent and impromptu hospitality. We prayed for our unknown neighbors, our nameless friends, and our future home at Apex.  I prayed for quality friends and playmates for my kids. Through God’s grace during that time I felt my heart begin to soften.

At home, my two-year-old son took it upon himself to leave our back porch to walk across the back yard into the adjoining yard and introduce himself to the family as they prepared their backyard supper.  I had to follow him, what else could I do?  The family welcomed us and invited my kids to stay and play for a while. I left with a local events magazine and a page full of notes for family activities and festivals in the area, as well as, an open invitation for the kids to play.

I gave my phone number to the neighbors on one side of us that have a young baby. Both parents work full time so they employ sitters during the week. After a few days of unpacking boxes my phone rang with a panicked call from the mom at work. She was forced to call in ‘the back up to the back up’ sitter to watch her baby for the day and through her hidden camera at home she could see the baby was terribly unhappy. She asked if I would walk over under the guise of picking up some garden vegetables to investigate the situation. I jumped up and ran to her front door, overwhelmed with gratitude that this new acquaintance trusted me enough to request my help with the care of her child.

The neighbors to the other side had been elusive. I met the husband and wife for a brief moment on moving day, but I hadn’t seen them again during our first week. One afternoon my GPS directed me to the local post office and I followed the crowd of people to the back of the interminable line. The woman standing in front of me was in military uniform and I thought I recognized her. She caught me looking and turned to face me. It was my elusive neighbor. “I’ve never been to this post office in all my years of living here,” she said to me, “but I thought I would try it today.” Oh how the incredible mystery of God’s bigger picture continues to surprise me! I voiced silent thanks that the line wasn’t any shorter.

I don’t believe in a God of coincidence. I trust in the Lord that listens to his children and has an infinite and definitive plan. He has a reason to challenge and cultivate my family in the very place he has called us to be planted, be it permanent or temporary. God has us placed right here for a purpose. Not just in Dayton, or at Apex, but in the very neighborhood and home where he has moved us. I hope and pray that in the days and years to come here in Ohio that my heart will remain soft. Maybe these neighbors are the newest members of a house church in our living room someday. God only knows. For now I ask simply ask that I may become the neighbor, trusted friend, and writer that God has called me to be- with an adequate supply of vanilla and strawberry ice cream available in the freezer, of course.

 

Author: Carrie Kempisty