Meghan's Story: "I was humming old rock songs, dragging my stuff up the stairs to a new apartment. I had just `uprooted again. And there came with it the familiar feeling of transition-nausea, all that excitement mixed with all that anxiety. I had just left a fulfilling nine-to-five job that I enjoyed very much, a community I absolutely adored, and a town I grew to know so well that I became a “regular” at the local hangouts.
But it was time to move on, and when I was offered a position in full time ministry at a church, I packed up my car and drove to a place I didn’t know and that didn’t know me.
For the whole first year it felt like navigating the lunch room on the first day of school, never quite knowing your way around, never quite knowing what you are doing, never quite knowing how people are seeing you. All the while in the middle of that sharp loneliness, I was beginning to question whether God had really called me to be a pastor and whether God was ever going to speak again.
Then Sunnie and Julie from an organization I had never heard of