Church still feels a bit strange every week. It’s been nearly nine months since the last service at Refuge Church. Nine months is a long time. Yet it’s not, especially compared to the more than seven years we called it home.

It didn’t take us long to find a place to land, which is something I’m grateful for. A good friend, the pastor of the church we’re attending, knew our church’s story and encouraged us to come. No pressure to do anything—just be.

Although we visited a couple of other...