I recently accepted a position as the communications specialist for a church in the town where I live with my husband, and the pastors of the church asked me to share part of my testimony during tonight's service. This is what I shared: I spent eight years as a high school English teacher, but at the end of the last school year, I felt God's call to leave the classroom. I didn't know exactly what that would mean for me, but here I am in this new position. In June, I married the love of my life, and the past six months have been a period of adjusting to the new roles of wife and stepmom while also adjusting to the loss of the title of teacher. But this period of change isn't new to me. I am twenty-nine years old. Throughout my life, I've moved twenty-two times. I've lived in seventeen houses in ten different cities and in three different states. And those numbers don't even account for the six different dorm rooms I lived in when I was in college. You see, I ...