So blessed....

Most preachers kids don't have a hometown. With Methodist ministers committed to go where they are sent, most of us have moved around all our lives.

I am one of the lucky ones.
I have a hometown.



Frankfort, Kentucky.


Daddy moved to Frankfort 1st UMC in 1962 and served at that church for 10 years. Then, our family just moved across town to the District parsonage (very close to his present retirement home) where he was the DS of the Frankfort District for 6 years.





So our family grew up in this scenic, historic town. Although Daddy served two Central Kentucky appointments after his time on the District, after 16 years in the capital city, we have always felt like Frankfort was home.

Since Daddy retired here--as well as both my sister and brother living here--Frankfort is, truly my home town. And coming here is always renewing, uplifting and restoring for me.


I am feeling a loss of roots in this new position I am in. Serving churches across a three county area is very different from being grounded as a pastor in a church. Being in one (or more) different churches every Sunday is a different type of experience. Being back in my hometown reminds me of the roots I carry with me from place to place.

Most preachers kids don't have a hometown.
I am grateful that I do.