I am a middle child. I am in the middle of my ministerial life. I am, in what I hope, is the middle of my life. I live in the middle of the continental United States. I am a part of the sandwich generation. My parents are independent, yet are closing in on needing additional support. My adult children are still at home. So I am firmly in the middle of many parts of my life.

The middle has freedom and restraints. I have the support and boundaries of the middle of my family and of my geography. I am always surrounded by love and care. I have boundaries everywhere, whether I like them or not. I chafe at the middle place sometimes too. The middle can feels suffocating and all-encompassing too.

My life in the middle is where I live and thrive. This beginning blog is my note to the world. There is lots of space in the middle for expression and living. So join me in the middle of my mid-term, mid-life, mid-ministry, mid-continent life.