You’re not meant to be an island in ministry, so don’t be an island in seminary.
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The Florida heat would have been enough to convince me to stay home. But it wasn’t the only reason I didn’t want to attend the seminary’s welcome-back supper. I was working two jobs and had no energy for mingling with a bunch of strangers. Not to mention that my husband was the one going to school, so these people weren’t really going to be my friends.
Filled with nerves, I reluctantly got in the car with my husband, and we drove to Reformed Theological Seminary, Orlando. With a deep breath, and more than likely a giant eye-roll, I walked into the loggia and darted to the first open seat I could find. I observed all the joyful camaraderie between the students and felt out of place. We just need to make it to graduation, I thought, then I can start making friends again.
