A New Beginning...

On April 7, 2001... I was given a name that for a while I could have lived without... not the letters that I worked sooo hard for, but the name "The Fugitive"... yeah, I could have left that one. I thought it was so negative as I stood next to "The P.I." and "The Sheriff". But, as the years have passed, I've grown to love the name, I've learned to see how it is truly a reflection of me.

A definition of fugitive is...a person who is fleeing, from prosecution, intolerable circumstances, etc.; a runaway: a fugitive from justice; a fugitive from a dictatorial regime.

After almost 9 years of membership, I've come to realize lately in all that has gone on around me, that I am indeed a fugitive. Recently, I began an internship for my School Counseling Master's at an elementary school in Columbia, MD. After 5 years of teaching HS, dealing with small, crying children, is drastically different from what I'm use to. The purpose of this blog, will be my thoughts about my internship, this career transition, and life in general. But, the title has a purpose, this time in my life is in fact an escape. In the fall of 2001, after days of fasting, God revealed that teaching was not what He desired of me, but in fact I would go into counseling and begin to make changes of people's view of this often taboo arena. As I begin to work with the students at this school, I'm reminded of all that I've escaped from, all that could have consumed my life and it makes me so grateful, but it also makes my heart heavy... but that will come in future posts ;-).

so, you're welcome to read... but, I can't guarantee that you'll be entertained...