Address Change Notification

Once upon a time there was a little girl who said she wanted to be a teacher when she grew up. Her Mom was a teacher, and her Mo-Mo and four great-aunts were post-graduate scholars who dedicated their lives to education, too. So it seemed like a good idea to the three year-old. Life happened and the little girl went a lot of directions. In the middle of it all, she earned English degrees but ended up working in the commercial sector. Then one day a door opened. Six months later she posts her last blog from her native Louisiana.

[Breath] The interpretation of all of that is an announcement to my blog friends that in the morning I am moving to St. Louis to teach English at Gateway College of Evangelism. I have always heard fantastic things about Gateway, and I’m excited to add my hands to the plow and join in the mission. God has made Himself so real to me over the last few months, and it’s going to be incredible to see what all He has in store.

I have a lot of emotions splashing around right now. The plan is to leave at 8 a.m. in the morning. If you saw my room you wouldn’t bet on it. I’ve worked on getting everything together all week, and I’m still not exactly finished. It is AMAZING how much stuff a person can accumulate over the years. And instead of tackling the 3 storage bins from the attic, I find myself reorganizing my bobby pin collection for the fourth time. What can I say? I have a weird way of addressing change.

In the middle of it all, I have been very humbled by the gestures of my Louisiana family and friends. We have had four going-away fetes this week. To all of you homefolk out there reading, thank you. What I’ve learned this week is that no man is an island. We all matter, and it’s been beautiful to see one branch of my church family saying Goodbye as a new branch says Hello.

My next post will be from Florissant. Louisianan that I am, I keep pronouncing it Floor-riss-awn, just like I call Charbonier Road, Shar-buh-nay. Oh well, part of the learning curve, right?