Five and a half years ago when we were preparing to make our move from Tuscaloosa (Roll Tide!) to come to seminary, I didn't have any idea what would happen once we graduated. But I knew it would be a "grand adventure". Would we be headed somewhere for a PhD program? Would I be assuming the role of "pastor's wife" (a role I wasn't sure I wanted)? Would we be moving out of the country as missionaries? It never crossed my mind that we would stay. "Jackson", I thought to myself, "is just a temporary place until we're given the real assignment." How wrong I was. As we went through 18 months of job-hunting, missions-agency applying, and presbytery-intern-finishing - I kept looking for what's next. I kept thinking God was teaching me about patience. I was even so foolish (stubborn?) at one point as to think - "oh I can out-wait God....no matter how long he has us waiting...I will do it." Doors kept closing. I