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first appointment

i've been a student associate pastor, ie youth minister, for 4+ years in a large and very diverse metropolitan area. i'm preparing to move somewhere that is the absolute opposite. the church make-up seems to be very similiar but instead of city folk they will be ranchers and farmers. i'm sure their needs will be vastly different and yet almost identical at times. i am excited about the change

my children are enthralled with the idea of living in a small town in which they will be free to ride their bikes and explore on their own. my middle child who hates change is estatic about riding her bike to school. i couldn't imagine that everyone in our family would be so excited.

i had previously been terrified at the thought of moving to such a small place and as this appointment sinks in my fears continue to lesson and ifind myself more excited and looking forward to this change in our lives and believe it will be a tremendous blessing.

praise be to God!

Comments

Patrick Moore said…
May you be the Woman of God, with the Word of God, for the People of God...wherever those people are...come on tell us...we will keep it a secret.
Barbara B. said…
Congrats on the appointment!
There are some very cool things about small towns! I grew up in one so I know! :)
Joel said…
Note to self - teach kids how to ride bikes.
joel said…
Preceding note to self - buy bikes for kids.
I'm excited for you!

I'd love to live in a small town!!
hip2B said…
Congrats and welcome to small town America. Ranchers huh? Sounds further west than us here in corn country

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