It’s been an interesting week since getting on the #27 at St. Cloud on Monday morning at 12:45 am. It was 17 1/2 hours to Shelby, an evening of laughter, a relaxed interview, and a purring kitty on Monday. It was a full day of seeing churches, a potluck supper, and THE INTERVIEW on Tuesday (though I was only in for half of it and it was a really chill group). On Wednesday, we met with the synod in the morning and spent from noon to Thursday morning with my aunt and uncle before getting on a train to head back to Minnesota. We got back to Madison around noon.

Montana feels like home now strangely enough and Madison just doesn’t feel “right” anymore. I guess the Spirit is trying to move me to that place where I know what God is calling me to do — I just wish it wasn’t so painful. I forsee more tears as I pack, as I worship this weekend, as I go through next week (if they vote to call us on Sunday *crossing fingers*), and as I talk with people. I have positive job prospects in Montana — they’re dying for substitute teachers. Here, I’d be competing for the secretary job that just opened up at LQP Church.

I’m hoping that we can tie up all the loose ends here because I really want to get to Montana and kind of start over. I don’t want the financial mire that we’ve been in for the last 2 years to hang over us (and Jon’s severance package should help). I want people my age to hang out with and fellowship with (which I *would* have).

Maybe more to come as I try to sort out all the stuff in my mind…