Eliot, ME

Three and a half years ago, we came to this little village on the Piscataqua River.  South Eliot, Maine, a part of Eliot, Maine has a population of a little more than 3000 people.  I always make the statement that I LIVE somewhere, but I am FROM Georgia.  I am still FROM Georgia, but I think Eliot is my home now.  Fine time to figure that one out, with less than a week left here.   

I have told many people, this place has been a gift to us, a time of respite, a time to learn and grow.  Our little church, the South Eliot Advent Christian Church sits about 20 on an average Sunday morning.  I remember the first time I saw it, we drove down Pleasant Street looking for the church, rounded the corner, and there it was!  A small country church on the river. The scenery would take your breath away.  The parsonage, next door was more like a cottage than a house and has been perfect for Gary and me, along with our family and friends  that comes to visit often or uses us for a potty break along the way.

Not long after we arrived, I truly felt God telling me not to make roots here.  I have waited patiently for His calling and it came this spring.  This is our last week here.



I am thankful and grateful to the people we have met while living here.  Some are extremely special to Gary and me.  I won't mention names, for fear of leaving someone out.   We were accepted with open arms, me with my quirkiness for never being home and view of the world with a missionary's heart.  Jobs never opened up that would enable me to continue the mission work, but God provided.  We have never gone without. 


So now, with just the remainder of packing and cleaning, we are soon off for the next leg of the journey.  Thank you Eliot, ME for giving us the rest we needed while preparing for our new adventures.