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I write this from my final class at Denver Seminary. My Prof left the room so that we could complete our course evaluation forms, but I have already completed mine. I have completed everything. I handed in my final paperwork today. I'm done. I have an Awards Ceremony to attend on Friday, and the Graduation Ceremony itself on Saturday. I have spent some time reflecting on what we've given up. What we walked away from to be here. We left friends and family. I left 3 jobs. We left a home. We cried and they others cried. That is what happened. We were grieved. We will grieve when we leave this place too. I believe now that grieving is a healthy part of moving, of leaving a place. Something must be loved in order to be grieved. If a person does not grieve leaving a place, I would question their love of that place and the people they have left behind. I have loved the people here. I love the people back home. I have fully felt it all.

I've been married 8 years. Today. The best years. We're standing at the fulcrum today. 8 years of marriage. 3 years of seminary. 3 years of seminary that I will cap off next week. I was always envious of the men and women that have graduated the last couple of years with their future laid out before them. I didn't want to head into an unknown future. Riding off into the sunset looks cool, but it just isn't my style. I don't like how that feels. Thankfully, we're not doing that. We're returning to the Midwest. We're finally settling down. Finally making a home. We're pretty excited. Maybe it is weird, but I've been dreaming about having office hours, time for sermon prep, the opportunity to put all my energy, love, and effort, toward one group of people, since I was in my teens. Life keeps turning and changing. Its been turning for us lately.