Here We Go!!

It's official. When January rolls around the Fesslers will be living in Charleston, South Carolina. Yep, that's right. We are moving!!!

Why are we moving you ask? God has called us to do ministry full-time. We are going to help plant a church, River Church, which will be meeting in the West Ashley area of Charleston. One of Mike's good friends and his wife were given the vision to plant the church. When I say plant, I mean to start a new church from nothing. We are not going to a church with an existing building or congregation. We are literally starting from the ground up, which is exciting and a little scary at the same time. The church will officially launch on January 31, 2010, but other church staff & core team members along with their families are already in the area meeting new people and connecting with them. From reading e-mails and talking to our friends on the phone, it is amazing what God has already done and how He is building River Church.

SO, where do Mike, Will and I fit in? Well, Mike has been hired on as the Pastor to Students and will also fulfill other roles as needed to help effectively launch the church. We have had several people say we are crazy, and I guess according to the world's standards we are. I mean we have a house and I have a secure teaching position with benefits. We are leaving behind a nice, safe, comfortable life for the unknown. We will be living off of financial support that so many of our generous friends & family members have offered to us. We have no idea what to expect, but we truly feel as though God has called us to be a part of this awesome oppurtunity. We trust God fully and we know that if he is calling us to Charleston, he will provide for us and not let us fall flat on our face.

There is a little nervousness, but I think it is more anxiousness, like we are ready to go. Our hearts are already there and we are ready to serve the Lord by loving people. We will miss Hiram, our house and our friends and family, but we know that we are on to bigger and better things. We know that God is going to bless our decision to go as we live our lives for Him.

In the meantime, you can check out all things River church at riverchurch.com.

Trick-or-Treat

Isn't he tough! I am sorry now that I didn't get film of him walking in these boots! You should have seen his little strut!

Halloween was always a fun time at our house growing up. My mom always made Lindsay and I a special dinner. It was always something fun like french dip sandwiches or sloppy joes. I will never forget the pumpkin brownie she always made, carving our yearly jack-o-lantern or going to Granny Gin's for carmel apples after trick-or-treating all night. We never did anything spooky or scary, just good fall fun.

As a parent I want this for Will. So, this past weekend, Mike and I got to have good fall fun with Will for the first time. He was 6 weeks old last year, and way too small, but this year he was just the right size! Friday night we carved our pumpkin. I thought Will would have loved to touch all the gooey pumpkin stuff, but he wanted nothing to do with it! He just want to squat beside me and watch what I was doing!

He wasn't so sure about the pumpkin. He did like the seeds though.

Saturday night, we went out trick or treating, its been a long time since I have done that! Will got a motorcycle for his birthday that he loves, so I decided to use it for part of his costume. I thought it would be perfect for him to be a biker. We had everything: the jacket, the doo-rag, the boots, and the motorcycle. It was going to be the perfect night. But then it rained and it was cold and Will wanted nothing to do with his motorcycle. He wanted to walk, but once he realized how cold it was, he wanted to be carried. He could have cared less about getting the candy. He had more fun once we got home dumping the candy out of his bucket and putting it back in. He would do this until he heard our doorbell ring. He liked going with us to answer the door for the trick-or-treaters. He didn't, however, like the kids who were dressed up in scary costumes. When he saw one, he would leave me at the door and run back to the living room!

Alright, enough talking, here are some pictures of our tough little biker! Your welcome Aunt Linny!