“Well I was born in a small town
And I live in a small town
Probably die in a small town
Oh those small-communities …………..”-John Mellencamp
A few years ago, after finishing our studies at the Mile High Institute, God started to formulate a vision in my heart. Simply stated, that vision was I was to lead a small flock in a small church in a small town. He put on my heart to think about how He had engineered my life to fulfill this vision. He has structured how I make a living such that I can take the amount of work I need to pay bills and have a very flexible schedule in doing so. God revealed that Pat and I were to pray about Him sending us back to our roots of small town life to pastor a church that couldn’t otherwise support a fulltime pastor’s salary.
Having grown up in and around small towns, we’ve never really gotten used to living in the city. We came to Denver because we needed opportunities to make a living for our family. However, we never seemed to get over the culture-shock. I guess we’re just “small town hicks”.
My prayer was God would not send us very far away from our grandchildren. Although I know she would have obeyed the call, Pat would have been broken-hearted to be many miles away from them.
Have I mentioned that we’re blessed? God is so good to us! He has fulfilled His vision only 20 miles from where we used to live. Remember the aforementioned prophecy of pastoring in a small town in the Longmont area? Since that prophecy God has blessed my wife with a new job in Longmont. Her commute to work has shrunk from 37 miles one-way to 14 miles since He has called us to the Dacono area. My commute is only about a mile and a half.
It is extra special to have my office at the church. I get to be at church every day! I wish I could bottle this enthusiasm for God’s house. What an incredible blessing to be here to work, to pray, and to worship in His house whenever I need to. I do believe the square peg has finally found a square hole. Often, Pat and I find ourselves marveling at God’s plan here and very blessed to be chosen to be part of it.
Driving past cornfields and wheat fields, having the neighbors return a friendly wave, seeing the stars at night and sometimes even smelling the barnyard, it’s good to be home.