Finishing my first semester of seminary classes might not seem like that significant of an accomplishment. Especially since I have several other semesters left until I am finally able to call that special paper that certifies I’m a “Master of Divinity.” Even still, I endured my first semester of seminary along with all the assorted cares that competed with my studies, walking the tightrope, keeping a myriad of things in equilibrium. I was grinding away at course work while keeping an expectant mother, a 2-year-old, two jobs, and the logistics of moving our entire lives to a new state in some measure of balance. Needless to say, it wasn’t the most ideal of seasons in which to add ministerial training into the mix.
The Word will be enough for me.
The Word will be enough for me.
Finishing my first semester of seminary classes might not seem like that significant of an accomplishment. Especially since I have several other semesters left until I am finally able to call that special paper that certifies I’m a “Master of Divinity.” Even still, I endured my first semester of seminary along with all the assorted cares that competed with my studies, walking the tightrope, keeping a myriad of things in equilibrium. I was grinding away at course work while keeping an expectant mother, a 2-year-old, two jobs, and the logistics of moving our entire lives to a new state in some measure of balance. Needless to say, it wasn’t the most ideal of seasons in which to add ministerial training into the mix.