Well, our family has been on an adventure, of sorts.
We recently left our church - the church where, in 1999, Michael and I seperately gave our lives to Christ and together picked up the pieces of our marriage and gave them to Him, to do with what He would; the church where we were baptized; the church where our children accepted Christ and were baptized; the church where our youngest was dedicated, and grew up knowing as her "home away from home;" the place where a tremendous work was begun in our family; the place we learned our spiritual gfts and began to make use of them; the place where I sang in public for the first time in over a decade; the church where we learned that service and sacrifice are where true freedom lies; the place where we grew in wisdom and knowledge of the Lord. Changes came two years ago and a whole new era began in that place, and God made it clear to us that it was no longer our place, but we are sentimental human beings and we fought against the change. Finally though, it was made crystal clear that it was time for us to move on, and leaving has lightened our hearts beyond what we ever expected because we are finally, once again, in God's will.
Now, I am a seriously ministry-oriented person, and I know that within a short time of settling down in a new congregation, I will be once again up to my ears in commitments of one sort or another, no matter how diligently I try to keep my schedule light. So we decided that we would seize this opportunity - this time of looseness, of no ties to any place, of not needing to be present at a church service because I am in the band or running the sound or lighting or computer systems like I have always done in the past - we would go and visit all the wonderful churches we could possibly bring ourselves to visit. I developed a list (ever the homeschooling mom, I am!) of churches to visit, and another one of churches to visit again. We haven't been to the same church twice in many weeks, and even 
The kids have had a great time critiquing the different children's programs (although, sadly, none will ever compare to the program at the church where all their beloved friends are, at the only church they have ever really known their whole lives), and Michael and I enjoy the teaching and talk about our checklist of qualities we are looking for in a church. This list includes strong Biblical teaching - none of that happy-poppy garbage that sounds like Dr. Phil with a Scripture thrown in to make it sound "church-y" which is invading churches so pervasively these days - a pastor of outstanding character; a very strong missions program; true care for the community and actual outreach programs. As homeschoolers, most of the kids' Bible study and discipleship happens at home, and what they get at church is usually like going from beef to broth as far as substance, so we tend to not put too much emphasis on the children's ministries except to make sure the kids aren't being taught outright falsehoods or being sacrificed to Molech or something while they're in there. They have fun and make friends, and that's ok.
Today, we attended a great church in the country. We had originally intended to attend with our country cousins, but they got lost (!!) on the way and ended up in a different church, but they'll go back with us next week. First off, the subject matter! Woo hoo! When I saw the topic, I knew that the way this pastor handled it was going to be huge - 1 Corinthians 11:2-16 on head coverings, and the headship of husbands and submission of wives. And I have to say, it was impressive the way this man shook off the world's sensibilities and preached the Word of God as it was written, with no apologies, no whitewashing or sugar-coating, just straight on, dead-on Biblical truth. And we were amazed. And so blessed!
The girls came away from the children's ministry euphoric - they had prayer journals and were determined to fill them up before going back the next week. "We are coming back, aren't we momma? We really want to come back!" Jordan sat in the adult service - "I really like this guy, mom! He's a good preacher!" Michael said, "Wow - he didn't even flinch!"
When we left following the service, all 5 of us had come to the conclusion at some point during the morning that this was where God wanted us to be, that we had found a new church home. Before we absolutely commit, we want to visit a few more times and maybe go to our neighbor's church at least once because we said we would, but at this point, I can say WE'VE FOUND IT! Our NEW CHURCH HOME! 
Praise Jesus!