Dave got a new job-- hooray! We're very excited about this, as he'd been feeling ready to move on from the old one for a while. He's 35, and he's had the same employer since he was 23. That, my friends, is quite remarkable. BUT, we'd been expecting a new job to also mean relocation, and it won't. I'm adjusting.
As I adjust, I'm thinking that there really won't be any reason at all not to (at the very least) take a few seminary classes this fall. That idea is damn scary to me. Exciting, but also terrifying. Well, classes themselves aren't scary at all-- THAT part is just thrilling to think about. (My butt's about to wag right off thinking about it.) But there are nebulous ideas around the fringes that are scary to me-- we'll call them Vocations That Shall Not Be Named.
So I pulled out my prayer journal, and prayed the what-ifs. Literally. I listed every fear I could think of. What if I lose my voice again? What if people hate me? What if there's no place for me?
You know the answer to all those what-ifs, right?
I am going to prepare a place for you.
I will never leave you nor forsake you.
I will be with you
Do you need to pour out your what-ifs? Would you like me to pray them with you?
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