During 40 years in ministry, Pam has worked with children and adults with special needs while leading children and youth in churches where her husband was pastor. This mostly extrovert is energized and blessed by interactions with people of all ages. She’s dedicated to making a spiritually, emotionally, and physically better world for our children. Whether she’s singing VBS songs, writing the children’s Christmas play, or creating a Truffula Tree forest in the Education Wing, Pam has a flare for the theatrical. And the kids love her!
Pam and husband Gary, a retired Methodist minister, moved to Fort Collins to be closer to her aging parents and sister. Pam delights in daughters Melody and Elle, along with two adult step-children, Jon and Jessica, and five grandchildren. When she gets some rare alone time, you might find her nibbling on popcorn or squeezing in a game of Candy Crush.
O Lord, you have searched me and known me. You know when I sit down and when I rise up; you discern my thoughts from far away. You search out my path and my lying down, and are acquainted with all my ways. Even before a word is on my tongue, O Lord, you know it completely. You hem me in, behind and before, and lay your hand upon me. Such knowledge is too wonderful for me; it is so high that I cannot attain it.
Where can I go from your spirit? Or where can I flee from your presence? If I ascend to heaven, you are there; if I make my bed in Sheol, you are there. If I take the wings of the morning and settle at the farthest limits of the sea, even there your hand shall lead me, and your right hand shall hold me fast.
If I say, “Surely the darkness shall cover me, and the light around me become night,” even the darkness is not dark to you; the night is as bright as the day, for darkness is as light to you.
For it was you who formed my inward parts; you knit me together in my mother’s womb. I praise you, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made. Wonderful are your works; That I know very well. My frame was not hidden from you, when I was being made in secret, intricately woven in the depths of the earth. Your eyes beheld my unformed substance. In your book were written all the days that were formed for me, when none of them as yet existed. How weighty to me are your thoughts, O God! How vast is the sum of them! I try to count them—they are more than the sand; I come to the end—I am still with you.
Search me, O God, and know my heart; test me and know my thoughts. See if there is any wicked way in me, and lead me in the way everlasting. —Psalm 139:1–18, 23–24