First Day of School

Today is my first day of seminary. I have made it halfway through by this point; my second class unfortunately starts at 5:30pm. I’m still not sure why I did that to myself. My attention span in not 2 1/2 hours long at that time of day. I guess we will just have to see how it goes.

I’m sitting at a table in the seminary building where I should be studying, but am not. You see, all I have is to learn the Hebrew alphabet by Thursday and translate seven verses in the next two weeks. I’m just not really sure what to do with myself. I know the workload will pick up, it just hasn’t yet. I keep telling myself that. I do have to admit, however, that the people who keep telling me I’m crazy to take twelve hours are not really proving their point right now.

The first class went well. I was slightly surprised that their are only two girls in my class, myself included. Overall, it is a much different mix of people than I was used to in undergrad. A few students looked like were old enough to be my dad. We discovered at orientation that Aaron and I are the only couple entering this semester. I guess this is going to be more of a new experience than I thought.



I went on my first hospital visits a pastor’s wife today. Her name is Dorothy and she wins the award for oldest member of our church at 93 years young. She is an amazing lady who I never would have guessed was nearing 100 if she hadn’t told me. Unfortunately, her body is starting to remember how old she is.

As she and others were telling us about what the doctors have said and talking about what she would do when she came back to Spring Creek, I started to wonder. I primarily started to wonder where I would be mentally, emotionally, and spiritually if this was me and how similarly she saw the situation. And you know what? I have a confession to make. I would be praying for God to take me home. I don’t know if this is where she is or if that is even a prayer that is okay to pray, but she is in a lot of pain and is probably reaching the end of her life. As much as we would miss her, it is highly likely that the time is not far off.

In any case,I ask that you would pray for Dorothy. Pray for her health as well as the friends around her in this time.

Finishing the Summer

Well, tomorrow is the last day of summer camp. Some kids have started school, the cleaning has begun, and I have started to get emails about class from my professors. Working a day camp has been an experience for both Aaron and I. We are both exhausted, having enjoyed the summer but very ready to move on to this next chapter. I think the biggest thing has been keeping up with church and this job. People at church and camp have been very supportive, but somethings are still a little trying on the nerves. I guess I just have to settle with the summer has given some great memories as I move to the next chapter. Orientation is next week!


If there is one thing I have learned about being a pastor’s wife, its that you never know what you are going to run into when you walk into church on Sunday morning.  My first one this morning was that I was the sole accompanist for worship today.  Another lady usually plays the organ in addition to my piano playing, but she was on vacation.

Now, let’s get this straight.  I can sort of play the piano.  I have gotten a lot better in the past year, but no one would want to listen to any piano concert I were to give at this point.  Hymns are singable…most of the time.  Really I just try to make it through the song.  I think they just appreciate not having to sing a capella whenever the other lady isn’t there. I’m learning that this is just kind of how things work in a small rural church. We are learning how to cope with these surprises and, although occasionally challenging, have provided a wealth of learning experiences about ministry and about ourselves and I wouldn’t trade them for the world.