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 →