and now for the other coast

Two weeks ago, I moved catty corner across North America—from the Pacific North West (Vancouver, BC) to the Atlantic South East (Jacksonville, FL).  Having finished my MA in Theological Studies at Regent College, I was looking for a job in the States for a bit before probably doing more school. I have taken a role in Admissions, Recruitment, and Advising at the Jacksonville commuter campus of another Christian college, Gordon-Conwell Theological Seminary. 

It has been a blessing to be in a role that is already drawing fruitfully on my peculiar mix of experiences, skills, and gifts. I also thrive in close knit teams that share a focused mission, so working with the handful of committed staff here has been a pleasure in these first weeks. I am looking forward to how God continues to lead me in this season—and to draw me into what he is doing both in this community in Jacksonville and in his world.

 Did I mention how lovely it is to be somewhere warm, sunny, and beachy? It is such a gift. 

welcome light | welcome sight

Just two days of sun with temperatures in the fifties was enough to bring out the first blossoms. Especially since passing the milestones of daylight savings, it is like the days are being stretched out longer and therefore growing thinner, so more of the sun and warmth come through...and nothing feels so thick or heavy anymore. There is still cooler temps and rain in the forecast, but we have crossed the threshold. Spring is setting in—and a welcome sight it is.

little to speak of

There is no real reason to write, but as I haven't said anything here since November, I shall offer a brief summary of my intervening activities. No pictures are necessary as I have already featured here too many photos of stacks of books and there is little else in view lately. I exaggerate. But truth be told, my life looks dull. Even the skies are variations on a theme, the theme being grey. I am working at my job three days a week, then nesting on the couch under a laptop and several books for another two or three days, working on my final paper. I take Sundays off. The schedule is more constant than difficult.  In short, there is little on the face of it to say much about.

That all sounds rather bleak. To end on a high note, some delights in the new year so far include discovering Dorothy Sayers's "Lord Peter Wimsey" mystery novels, camaraderie at work, chenille sweaters, catching views of the mountains, Facetime calls with close friends, coffee (always), and occasional fits of red lipstick.