Moving to Enchanted Hills, submitted by Tara.

Love the podcast, still trying to catch up from the beginning.

I'm excited to share my own scary story.

When I was six, my parents separated.

My mother, younger brother, sister, and I moved to Indiana.

Thankfully, and with a little help through our church, we were one of the first families in our community accepted for a program called Habitat for Humanity.

My mother was able to affordly build a home in a large housing addition called Enchanted

Hills.

This community was not far from town.

About a 10 minute drive around Lake Wawa Sea, nestled in a rural area with a pool and lake access.

We had lived in a cramped quarters for a few years, so I remember looking forward to having my own room and

being excited about helping build it. The volunteers let me do little things. I'm

sure I wasn't much help, but it was fun to have a hand in the construction.

It took a while to finish. But finally, on a sunny

Sunday afternoon, people from our congregation, friends, and family gathered to bless our newly built

habitat home.

Nobody was allowed inside until after the blessing,

so a fairly large group of us stood outside the front of the home.

Hand in hand we stood in a circle,

led in prayer by our pastor, asking for blessings on the house and the family.

Once we all said the Lord's prayer in unison, we could go in to view the house.

And afterward we were able to spend our first night in our new home.

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