In 1990, I graduated from the Master of Divinity program at Columbia Theological Seminary, got married, and received a call to serve the St. John Presbyterian church in Fayetteville, TN as their solo pastor, all within one week.
Bill and I spent a fair chunk of our honeymoon with the Examination Committee of the Presbytery of Middle Tennessee, which was interesting, but not terribly romantic.
Then, we went back to Atlanta with just a matter of days before we needed to be ready to move.
Finding a mover was a whole other challenge. As they wandered through my apartment and Bill’s dorm room, the most frequent comment was, “Why do you have all these books??? Nobody needs this many books!”
Frustrated, and trying desperately to get sermons planned for my first few weeks in St. John’s pulpit, I finally told one of the movers that I didn’t need opinions about how many books we had. I just needed to know how much it was going to cost to get them to Tennessee!
When he burst out laughing, I decided he was the guy for us.
We rented a house, sight-unseen, for Fayetteville was not remotely a hot market for renters and there was what there was. On our first day in “town” we had a massive tire blow-out which resulted in Bill changing the tire on the edge of the road with commentary from the resident cows.
We were, as my old friend Dorothy exclaimed, “not in Kansas anymore, Toto!”
Now, it’s more than a bit possible that you’re wondering why I’m telling you this story today.
You see, I’m back in just such an experience of quantum change in my universe, with graduation from Color of Woman galloping toward me.
And I’m certain of very little except that whatever comes next is what I am called to be and do and create.
Okay, I’m also certain that I have a wee bit of writing, a truckload of proofreading, and way more than the optimal amount of photo sorting to accomplish in what feels like the next 27 minutes.
And there are some things they forgot to tell me in school!
So yesterday, surprisingly, I painted. The CODEX painting which, thus far, looks very night sky-ish. (Also a lot like my favorite paint pants!) Dots and dots and more dots. Dots of gratitude. And, as I painted, I realized that it was the first time I’d really painted since before I left for Italy.
It felt great!
Today, Bill and I unloaded 60 pounds of dog food into the freezer, accompanied by an enthusiastic chorus of tail wagging. More to come tomorrow.
Tonight, fabulous butternut squash soup in a base of homemade beef broth.
And gallons of the digital version of red ink.
Change is always stressful, even when it’s change that we long for with all our hearts. It’s also the only way to get where we’ve never been before.
I’m pretty tired. And in, all the way!
ps… Luther wanted me to tell you that he’s working on a blog post. Stay tuned!