I just saw this thread.
I'm a PK and swore I'd never become a pastor of any sort. I hated moving and leaving my friends. God had other plans.
I was converted at age 13 and, though still quite immature and willful, I immediately had a hunger for Scripture. Into high school, that hunger grew and my youth minister asked me to lead some Bible studies. That sparked a burning desire in me to know and study the Bible, and to teach it to others, so that they would know the Lord. My pastor and my dad began meeting with me to discuss a possible calling to the ministry. By the end of my senior year in high school, I was sure I was called to some sort of vocational Christian service. I made that known to my church and they affirmed it, encouraging me to attend Bible college and seminary. That was May of 1998.
That summer, I worked as a counselor at Central Hills, a Royal Ambassadors camp in Kosciusko, MS (as a side note, the camp is 10 miles east of the booming metropolis of West, MS). God used my weak efforts at evangelism that summer to lead people to Christ. When I arrived at William Carey College for the fall semester, I was advised of a 1-year internship at a local church there in Hattiesburg. I applied and was accepted for it. Not much happened in the way of guidance, but I did learn how to lead worship, teach Sunday Schoool, and do some preaching to the youth group. I also met Kara, and we were engaged by March of 1999.
From that internship, I was referred to a hurting local church where I began serving as Pastor of Youth and Activities. We went from that hurting congregation to another, to another. God has had us doing revitalizing work ever since.
I traveled back home to be licensed by my home church in Dec 1999, and again to be ordained in Dec 2005. WCC was incredibly liberal in their Religion department, which inspired me to change my major to English (finishing B.A. in 2003). I began seminary in Aug 2004 at NOBTS and began to study the doctrines of grace. A dear friend, PCA pastor Dave Anderegg, helped me to connect the dots on Reformed theology. I remember asking him, "Does this mean I have to become a Presbyterian?" He laughed and said, "I'd like that, but have you ever heard of Al Mohler?" and proceeded to tell me about SBTS. Kara and I took a trip to Louisville very soon after that conversation, and while looking at my "want-to-read" list, I realized that most of the men taught at SBTS. We moved to Louisville in short order, a decision for which we have praised God countless times. It was a wonderful time of hard study and faithful professors and friends. I was privileged to serve in an interim pastorate, which really was a great time of confirming a call to preach and not continue in youth ministry.
I love being a pastor.