Rev. JacquiP

Author: Rev. JacquiP

Hello! Welcome to my personal blog. I write to express love, acceptance with inviting readers to see God in their spaces and hopefully see the image of God in themselves. I am an ordained minister in the Methodist tradition. I was ordained in 2009 and have served a various churches as an assistant and youth pastor. I am mother to a terrific young woman who I admire for her boldness with sticking with her passion of film making. I am a wife of a guy who loves and fight for social and economic justice all God's people. I started this blog when I was 58 years old. My mother had just died, I retired from a job, not career, of over 37 years and moved to a new strange location. I didn't know what to do or how to be next. This soft sweet voice in my head says, why not just be yourself, authentic and unapologetic. I've been scared most of my life to live freely because of what others thought and even how the church told me I was suppose to be. But I don't ever want to be what others expect me to be, I want to be what God gifted inside of me. So with that, I open myself up to all of you. This is who I am. Thank you for dropping in! Rev. Jacqueline Pinkney

So I think I’m going to start a blog. Yep about getting old and starting over! I am now 58 years old and I’m kind of scared that 60 is just around the corner. I know…. 60 is supposed to be the new 40. But does that also mean I can start over at 60? I mean, I can look 40, physically have my body look like its’ 40 (I’m working on….been working on it all my life)! But starting over in a different place, career, home, at 60?!

30 was ok. 40 was a freaking life crisis. 50, huh! At 50 I thought I finally made that pivotal moment of life where joy abound and the world was all about me! My life was together at 50! I was divorced, graduated from seminary (yep, that’s what I said), had a one bedroom loft apartment, in such a not so nice part of Atlanta, but it was mine. Between 51 and 56, I was living life!!! Bought a house, got married, at 57, sold the house, moved to Philadelphia, bought another house, buried my mom, gained all of the 20 pounds I lost. What stayed consistent? My job. Nope, not pastoring. But working for a corporation for 36 years…that stayed consistent (sad face emoji here, nothing to be excited being loyal to one company for 36 years…okay but I’m grateful that I was able to raise a child, who is now 36).

At almost 60 I’m scared. There I said it. I’m freaking scared! Sure I could say the other “f” word but I don’t think that would be very kind. At 60 I should be settling down, getting ready to relax and experience the fruits of my labor ( I didn’t save money like I should). I’m in a new place, learning the city, wondering if new neighbors will ever knock on our front door and say hi. Finding a new place of worship. Almost 60. I know I should be excited, getting ready to experience new things with an amazing husband.

So here I go. I’m about to step into a faith I would only talk about. Now faith has knocked on my door and pushed me to by saying….”let me see what you got woman”!!!

Here I go! I’m about to finally really jump into life. Now… about that job that is so consistent….nope, of course I’m not letting it go yet… not yet…. But watch…. I’m coming out of my box!

Here I go… almost 60.

Signed “me” 😳