Wave Your Hands In The Air...or not.

So we've been here for almost two weeks now and we're all adjusting pretty well. The hardest part I think has been being so far away from everything. If we need to go to Wal-mart, it's a 15-20 minute drive. I'm used to it being 5 minutes. So much for having patience.

It's also been strange getting used to a rural community as opposed to a bigger town. Don't get me wrong, the people have been wonderful so far. However, they are not very expressive in the least. There is a deep faith among the folks at my church, but they don't outwardly express it when they are worshipping. I'm used to being more expressive, but that's just me.

Let's All Point and Stare!

So the bigger church that we are a part of has a dinner every Wednesday night before the mid-week program, so Tom (my new boss) asked us to stop in and have dinner, meet some of the people there and hang out for a little bit.

So we get there and walk in and almost immediately people start to point at us and whisper to each other: 'Is that the new pastor at Moorland?' 'No, his kids are a little older' 'Are you sure?'...stuff like that.

So my lovely wife walks over and says 'Hi, I'm April and this is my husband Jim. He's the new pastor at Moorland.'

I wish I had her nerve. Man do I love her.

Jim-In-A-Box

Well, we are finally moved in. Boxes litter the landscape of our new home, much like they did the old one. I had anticipated everything being so different (and it is), but so much has stayed the same:

April still gets overwhelmed at the mess
Samuel still wants to watch The Backyardigans
Avery is still my clingy princess

I wonder how I'll stay the same - I wonder how much I'll change. Someone from our new church stopped by this evening and called me 'Pastor'. Such a huge role - I feel a little overwhelmed by it all, and nothing's happened yet.