I had no idea how hard the semester would be. I had no idea how much reading I would have to do.
I didn't expect to read so much. Or write so much.
I didn't expect to need to learn a new vocabulary.
I didn't expect to be so panicked over every paper.
I didn't expect to do so well.
I didn't expect to struggle spiritually or to have so many adjustments in every level of my life.
I didn't expect to have my life turned upside-down.
I'm no longer the church secretary.
I'm the director of a School of Ministry at CVCF.
I'm teaching a class at SDSU.
I'm moving.
I'm fighting fear.
I'm not sure where I'll end up at the end of the program.
But I'm moving.
1 comment:
Loved reading your posts. My blog is sporadic. It reminded me of how my life has been taking shape over the last couple of years. We have similar passions - teaching and writing. I love it when I write something worth reading, but I haven't disciplined the rest of my life enough to make writing a priority.
God has also shook up my life and my perspective. I often reflect on the fact that Jesus is coming for a church without spot or wrinkle. I think He's doing laundry. Sometimes I feel the agitator, other times it's the spin cycle, and at other times I can feel the steam of the ironing board (one of those industrial presses that flattens everything). I see and feel it personally, and I've noticed it in others who live kingdom directed lives.
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