Prairie Hills Covenant Church

When I was in Kindergarten my pastor was called to my small, home town church. (He really hasn’t been my pastor for about 18 years, but yet he will always be!) Not only is he my pastor, he is a second dad to me. He dropped me off at college, and seminary, he attended my CBC, Undergrad and seminary graduation, as well as my ordination ceremony. He has been at every important milestone in my life. His daughter is my best friend, and so we’ve done a lot of life together. In the midst of life with PB, I discovered something about him. There are times when he’s talking directly to me, and I have no clue what he’s talking about. No clue what so ever… and he’s going on and on like I know what he’s talking about. Over the years, I’ve started to process back through conversations and things we’ve done together…eventually I catch up to him, and realize he’s finishing a conversation from the last time we were together. It’s so much easier to do now that I’m aware of this habit, but I use to get so frustrated