I get to work as church secretary for Woodland while the official secretary is on maternity leave. This is merely the latest in a long line of jobs I’ve had here, and I’ve learned things from each one. For instance, when I taught piano lessons, I learned that sometimes you’ve got to let a kid run around the room for ten seconds when he gets increasingly frustrated with a difficult melody. But for all the things I’ve learned while working at Woodland, I’ve learned far more simply from jumping into the activities and relationships found with this group of people. Below are four valuable life lessons I learned while at Woodland. Continue reading
I spent the majority of my first eighteen years at Woodland Baptist Church. For better and for worse, it is the place that has most shaped me into the person I am today. Now that I’m back for six months, every hallway and classroom reminds me of something from my past.
After my half day at kindergarten, I went to Woodland and hung out in the supply closet while my mom worked as preschool director. One particular day I found the colored paper, and my burgeoning creative genius decided to cut them, twist them, and staple them into nonsense shapes. Thrilled by my abstract accomplishments, I gave one to the church secretary, one to the pastor, and one to each of the preschool teachers. Because they were kind, they complimented me. That was a bad move on their part, because I made fifty more. Continue reading