tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13814531.post3593257042645267030..comments2023-10-17T10:53:10.916-05:00Comments on The Kitchen Door: I am a Postulant.Di McCulloughhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05903996304750469325noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13814531.post-84996423615148710222007-04-25T13:11:00.000-05:002007-04-25T13:11:00.000-05:00hugs! and prayers (not that you'll be made a post...hugs! and prayers (not that you'll be made a postulant, but for your own peace)Jenniferhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09085565625935264958noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13814531.post-62782438110515020492007-04-24T10:35:00.000-05:002007-04-24T10:35:00.000-05:00Well, then, congratulations! with a tiny c and one...Well, then, congratulations! with a tiny c and one exclamation point until you get the letter.<BR/><BR/>I had a similar experience in my first meeting with my Presbytery --at least 1.5 hours late; the door to the office locked and the outer entrance pitch dark as they met in an inner conference room with another individual, so that I was convinced for some time that either I had the wrong night or the meeting had been canceled; and then complete indifference on their part to the possibility that I might be a bit rattled by such an inauspicious beginning. <BR/><BR/>I suppose that what feels like the earth shaking to us feels somewhat mundane to them.Gannet Girlhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16374279595560691174noreply@blogger.com