After three years away, I’m back in Taylor—and it feels good to be home. The warmth of Sunday’s welcome was more than I could have asked for, a reminder of just how much this community has shaped me. Time apart has a way of teaching you what really matters, and I’ve carried those lessons with me into this new chapter.
Living in Fort Worth gave me experiences I’ll always be grateful for, but I quickly learned how much I missed the rhythms of small-town life. Taylor moves at a different pace—a pace that feels more human, more gracious. After years of battling daily traffic and concrete sprawl, there’s something restorative about familiar roads, familiar faces, and a community that still knows how to pause and breathe.
One of the most memorable parts of my first Sunday back was the fish fry luncheon. The last one I attended was actually on my final Sunday here in 2022, so sharing another one on my first Sunday back felt like a beautiful full-circle moment. Good food, laughter, and the simple joy of being together reminded me again of the power of community.
I’ve also noticed how much care has gone into keeping things beautiful here. From the church grounds to the spaces that welcome people in, it’s clear that this community continues to take pride in being a place where people can feel at home.
While I’m still unpacking a few boxes and finding my footing again, I’m excited about what’s ahead. More than anything, I’m thankful for the chance to keep growing—with you, with God, and with this town I get to call home again.
Here’s to the season ahead: may it be full of faith, hope, love, and plenty of shared meals around the table.
a journey in existence 