25 years in ministry

As of next week, I'll have been in ministry for 25 years.  In late June, 1986, I packed up a truck full of all my 'stuff' and moved across country.  I left my beloved Boston, my friends from high school and college, my 'career job' in the business world, and headed to the midwest.  I was on my way to seminary and to work at a new church plant (which became one of those mega-churches).  My brother volunteered to drive the moving van we'd rented, and it wasn't until we were half-way there (Ohio, I think) that I looked at the map and with horror said to him:  "John!  Illinois is next to IOWA!"  I thought I was moving to the middle of nowhere (sorry, my friends from Iowa).  I got to the home where I'd be staying with a family, and promptly got the stomach flu.  I remember laying in bed watching Boston's July 4th fireworks on T.V., wondering 'what have I done?'

Twenty five years, 6 moves, 5 towns, 3 churches, 2 states, and 1 husband later, I have to say it's been a good time.  

I'm not the same girl I was 25 years ago.  Ministry is not the same.  The world has changed.  But God remains the same God who led me out on that adventure all those years ago... He's a God who loves me, invites me into His adventure, and gives me the ride of Life.  

Here's to 25 more good ministry years hand in hand with this adventurer God...