One step at a time.

Today I had "the conversation" with my senior pastor about ministry. It was less daunting than it otherwise might have been, because he had already heard that I felt called, first from Molly, and then, on Sunday, from me myself. So I didn't have to break anything, just tell the story.

By the way, for those of you who read this blog who didn't already know, I believe that God is calling (has called? is calling? I hope He never stops...) me to ministry (yeah--ordained, pastoral ministry) in the United Methodist Church. I know, right? I didn't see it coming, either.

[Mary Alice--I tried texting you to get this conversation started, but I'm not sure I ever got through... When you're done squealing, feel free to call!]

So basically, everyone who has heard so far has been really supportive and excited, which is everything I could have hoped for. I'm really excited, too, and awed and humbled and a little terrified, by all the possibilities of this enormous prospect.

I still have a long way to go. I have a bachelor's degree to obtain. [I just typed "bachelor's degree" into google search to check on the capitalization... And there was a search suggestion for "bachelor's degree capitalization". Rad.] I have seminary to attend. And there's a long process for ordination in the UMC, which is slightly (okay, more than slightly) intimidating. Mostly because I am surely not the person I want to be yet.

But let's say that, with God's grace, I am "going on to perfection"... One step at a time.