Treasure in Clay Jars

Before I came to Pendle Hill, living life was too much work. I was stale. I wanted to change how I was experiencing life but contemplating change meant facing uncertainty and that frightened me. A strong need surfaced to go to Pendle Hill as a resident student. A critical encounter occurred the first week of classes. I voiced my fears of beginning a prayer life to the prayer class teacher. This encounter exposed my fears. I couldn't deny them her push them aside. I had to acknowledge them. Suddenly I became involved with what was happening inside of me. I thought I was stale inside, but I was alive. I realized I had it all within me. The kindling was always there on a warm bed of coals. My choice to trust Pendle Hill's faith community was the catalyst allowing me to go within and let God ignite a spiritual fire.