A Quest

I'm missing someone.

There was a student pastor at my church when I was in tenth grade, and- like most of the student pastors that came through my church, I swore that I wasn't going to get attatched. Nope, not me. Naturally, I failed miserably. She was an honest, genuine human being, and I think that's what I like about most of the student pastors that would come through our church. They always have a different idea or outlook- they may not have all the answers, but they're always searching.

And that's what I miss most, I suppose. We've had about fifteen student pastors, but only a few that I remember vividly. I suppose that's why I miss her so much. I grew to be really close friends with her two sons, but I missed the eldest's Jr. High Graduation as a trade off for my sister's graduation. If that wasn't a tough enough call to begin with, it was compounded by me being in choir, and having to sing there for a grade. His e-mails stopped coming over four years ago.

I'm not too sure what triggered my search for her- I think it might have to do with one of the recent students taken in by my church. He was a young man, with a wife and little girl. And, also, always looking for answers. We released him from our church in July, I believe.

After the e-mail I sent to her bounced back at me, hard, I was very unnerved. Her last e-mail said that she had been called to a church in a neighboring state, so I started by googling her name. I found the church where she was pastor online, and a picture that is at least two years old. The site itself hasn't been updated in years. I'm hesitating on using the e-mail address that is listed on the website.

Now, there's no burnt bridge between us, just one in complete disrepair. The problem lies in getting up the moxie and boards to go out and fix it.

Anybody got any nails?