For those of you who know me, I graduated the FTTA in June 2015, straight out of college. It’s been over two years now. I served on campus for 2 semesters, and I’ve been in graduate school for physical therapy for a year and half. A while ago, I was inspired by a fellow term-mate blogger to share some of my experiences so that people who graduate from the FTT can relate and not feel alone. So, here I am.
A little bit about me: I grew up in a Christian family that loved the Lord, and was raised in the church life. My two older siblings both graduated the FTT and have moved on in life. As the third child with a lot of role models, I wanted to do the same. I was pretty much a “good kid” my whole life. I love the Lord, and whether I like it or not, the church is my home.
Graduating from the Training was scary. It was a period of time that was full of unpredictability. I wasn’t sure what to do, whether to serve or go back to school. In any case, I was presented with the first of many decisions to make post-Training.
What I plan to share in this blog is by no means the right answer to anything. They’re just some of my experiences and reflections. Some may be downright confusing, some questioning the assumptions and paradigms I’ve internalized over the years, and hopefully some will confirm the reality of what we received in the Training, in the ministry, and through our experiences of the Lord. I think growing up, I received a lot of knowledge, principles, and doctrines, and now that I’m adulting, things are being put to the test. Truth is pretty clear cut. Human life, on the other hand, can be messy.
Fruit juice concentrate version: 26-year old brother starts blog about adulting after graduating the FTT in order to share some reflections of real life.