Working out my salvation with fear and trembling – Philippians 2:12
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It’s been a little over 6 weeks that I’ve been a pastor. I’ll tell you right now that I’ve never felt more fulfilled in all of my life. I’ve had jobs in the past that I loved and was very good at. But I know now that those were never my calling.
Not many people know this, but I received my first calling about 25 years ago. Continue reading “Bullet Dodged”
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Today, I started my new job as an associate pastor.
Me.
The gal who knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that when she entered seminary she definitely wasn’t called to be a pastor.
The gal who grew up believing women shouldn’t be pastors.
Yet, here we are.
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I haven’t ever really fit in. I grew up a poor, overweight, shy kid with a last name that just begged to be made fun of. I didn’t have a lot of friends and lunchtime at school was brutal. My only sanctuary during my middle school and high school years was the band room. Continue reading “Fitting In At the Foot of the Cross”
I’ve been thinking that I should sit down and write. But I haven’t exactly had anything monumental to write about. As if I need anything earth-shattering to write about. After all, no one really reads these things anyway. So I’m committing to writing something at least once every week. I guess that this is my one time to do that this week.
So….what to write…what to write…
The Clumsy Pilgrim 