Nancy Wichmann

I had started noticing this past weekend that my enthusiasm at being here at the seminary was waning a bit. That bothered me. I was afraid that the dream was already fading. Today as we toured the chapel, our leader, Pr. Jordon noticed that something wasn’t quite right so we had a little chat.

I think a lot has to do with having to give or throw away so many things that had strong memories attached. And squeezing what is left into this little room is no picnic either. But it’s mostly the loss of the tangible remnants of memories that troubles me.