Three years ago today, I boarded a plane for Edinburgh. Armed with my passport, copies of what I had submitted to the Church of Scotland Ministries Council, and a large cup of coffee, I was headed to my interview with the Church Assessors. These fearsome people would decide whether or not I would go any further in pursuing the dream I had.
I was to meet with three people. Two were to be the actual Assessors. One would be the Psychologist, who (presumably) would assure the others that I was not an axe murderer in a clergy collar, something I was not accustomed to wearing, in any case. Turns out they weren't nearly as fearsome as I had feared. I was thankful at least three times over.
Well, (rather obviously) they said yes to my request. I have lived in three accommodations now -- two flats and one manse. My three pets agree that the manse is best because it has a huge yard (garden, for my UK friends) to roam in. I have planted three blackberry bushes (brambles, again for my UK friends) which will bear fruit sometime in 2013.
I have been through three (okay, 2.5, since this one isn't quite over yet -- but who's counting) winters. Two of them were nasty. This one hasn't been so bad.
And since you are probably now tired of my milking the number 3 for this post, I will simply add a picture of a double rainbow, taken last summer on Schiehallion and let it rest.
