Click here for Part 1
We would move again, just in time for my Junior year in high school. Dad had a new job and once again I said goodbye to all that had become familiar. Everything was smaller at my second high school and reminded me of the country pace I had loved about Virginia. I tried out for show choir, the school musical, and something called FFA. I was told it stood for ‘Future Farmers of America’. After one meeting I realized I knew nothing about a farmer’s way of life; I only admired it from a distance. Little did I know that I would marry a farm boy, called from his tractor one day to be a Pastor in the Sandhills of Nebraska.
.................. **Due to the personal nature of some of the blog posts, and our desire to share freely with you, the blog portion of our website is limited to pastors’ wives who have registered with us. If you are an existing user, please log in. New users may register below. Before signing up below, go to your email account and add “firstname.lastname@example.org” to your contacts. This way, our emails containing registration info are less likely to go to your spam folder. Fill out the form below and submit. Check your email account for an email from us! Once we approve your registration, you will receive an email with your username and password. You will then be able to access the blog posts.**