Forty-five
A little over a year ago, our family moved north. After graduating seminary, I received a call from a church in northern Minnesota. One year into it, I can firmly say that this is where God wants us to be. I love my job. It's one of those, 'This is what I was born to do' kind of things. Pretty cool. Life in northern Minnesota is so different from the Twin Cities, where I spent nearly 30 years of my life. We technically don't live in a town; we live in a township. The closest town has 190 people. I have no neighbors, unless you count the wolves, deer, bobcats, and bear. I own a fleece-lined flannel. People in the church are frequently amused at my "city girl lives in the country now" moments. This spring, our senior dog, Buddy Lee, was gnawing on something in the yard. I went to investigate and discovered he was gnawing on a femur that still had a hoof. A quick Google search revealed it was a deer femur, and since it was mostly skeletonized, it was fine. But t...