The call

In June, my husband was called to become a pastor. At first we both really didn't know what that meant. My husband was supposed to be endevouring to become a firefighter. That was the plan! He'd finally gotten all the way to the end of the hiring process with Phoenix FD, when the state budget tanked and they sent out a hiring freeze throughout PFD. My husband was challenged to lay his desired career down in following God's calling in his life. During this time, we were about to welcome our third child. It was a very high stress time for us both.

My husband began to look into education. Specifically, he looked into moving to Missouri for free theological training and education. I was COMPLETELYopposed to this for many reasons. I didn't want to be away from my family and friends, especially after having a baby; and after waiting 7 years for Gabe to become a firefighter, I was, quite frankly, done waiting for my turn to finish my career. The plan was for Gabe to get into Fire and then go to school for ministry in his spare time, while I finished nursing.

Needless to say, when Gabe said that he was done with Fire and pursuing something new I was DONE! There was tension in our home for about 3 months while we went back and forth about Missouri.

We finally decided that I would finish up nursing because I can finish it in a shorter amount of time than it would take Gabe to finish school, while having a part time job. So, I'd finish school and get into nursing and then support Gabe so that he could go to school full time.