Fuller

Wow. I'm finally there. Seminary. How strange to think that this might well be my home for the next two or three years. It is a scary thought for someone like me, who tends to move around a lot.
But Fuller can keep me here. The classes, the conversations, the people, the environment, the weather (!).I was looking up churches in the area - Erwin McManus' Mosaic meets 5 minutes away. This might be my new church home.
I feel like I'm finally where I need to be: a place where I will be challenged to act upon all the thoughts and ideas that have been brewing in my mind lately. One class requires me to be part of a peace making group. Another one requires me to blog about my experiences in emerging churches (um, wait, I think I'm already doing that!). I will be pushed to be active. God knows that is what I need.
I want the details to be figured out - a permanent place to live, a car to drive, a laptop I don't have to borrow - because I feel like I'm on the brink of a sweet awakening experience. It can't be hampered by stress induced freaking out!
So off I go to the housing services office.
Life is good.