I live in Lawrence, but will soon be living in Tonganoxie.
I am the pastor of Easton and Southern Heights UMCs, but will soon be the pastor of Tonganoxie UMC.
I am in the process of preparing to pack and leave one home while thinking about what we need to settle in to our new home.
I am in the process of trying to end my time well with the congregations I currently serve while trying to begin well with my new congregation.
This in-between time is weird. I feel it in the physical and emotional realities of seeking to be fully engaged in multiple communities. The in-between isn’t necessarily a bad thing, just a weird one. My experience of these weeks is that in the in-between time moves both slowly and quickly, that it is both draining and energizing, that it is both scary and exciting. I find myself feeling extremely grateful for the love of family, the support of colleagues, and the presence of God in this in-between.
What experiences of the in-between have you had (or are you having)?