feeling at home
Well, I just submitted my first article to the ooze today, so we will see how that goes. I used to write a lot when I was younger (that sentence alone makes me feel old!) and have failed to do so as of late. There is something cathartic about writing, it soothes the heart and the soul and melts your frustrations out of you.
Case and I went out for an unexpected lunch today and it was nice, we went to a favorite local place, the owner is a member of my book club and so each time I have gone in, the line backs up a little as we stand and talk literature. I have found out that she is a Barbara Kingsolver lover, much like myself, and has read the Poisonwood Bible multiple times – a gal after my own heart!
As we ate lunch, talked to locals who came in and we knew. Saw our very good friends, ran out of cash for lunch and had to bum extra cash from them. We sat there, across the table at each other and realized that we were content. We were content and happy being in there, in that community. This community is not the one in which we live (the dying village of 500) but rather, the town in which I work that is about 12 miles from home. It is a quaint town, much like Mount Vernon in size and age. We are happy here, in this town. There is enough to make us want to stay in this community. We have found friends here, we have found that we can fit in here. With Case’s affiliation with the college he has found an academic home, one that has embraced him when he needed it the most.
There is a position open here, in the good town, to be a preaching minister at the larger Christian church (membership runs about 800). Case’s desire is to preach and teach, end of story. We are entering this with prayer, knowing that this ministry opportunity would utilize his gifts, talents and abilities more than where we are now. It is his passion and I think that he would flourish there. We pray fully send in the resume and sermon tapes and will see what shall happen.
But, for now, it is good to know that we can find a place where we feel ok. It was nice today to sit and think that we felt content and happy somewhere. It is hard to be of our generation, we are so mobile, we don’t lay down roots like our parents and grandparents did. The average worker will spend five years with a company, no one thinks about staying for 30 and retiring from the same company anymore, it’s just not the way we do it.
But every once in a while it is nice to feel “home”.
Please be in prayer for our friends who have lost an extremely special friend, father and husband.
listening: the hum of my computer
reading: seven types of ambiguity (the disclaimer is this, the book is 600 pages, I am only ½ of the way through)
Case and I went out for an unexpected lunch today and it was nice, we went to a favorite local place, the owner is a member of my book club and so each time I have gone in, the line backs up a little as we stand and talk literature. I have found out that she is a Barbara Kingsolver lover, much like myself, and has read the Poisonwood Bible multiple times – a gal after my own heart!
As we ate lunch, talked to locals who came in and we knew. Saw our very good friends, ran out of cash for lunch and had to bum extra cash from them. We sat there, across the table at each other and realized that we were content. We were content and happy being in there, in that community. This community is not the one in which we live (the dying village of 500) but rather, the town in which I work that is about 12 miles from home. It is a quaint town, much like Mount Vernon in size and age. We are happy here, in this town. There is enough to make us want to stay in this community. We have found friends here, we have found that we can fit in here. With Case’s affiliation with the college he has found an academic home, one that has embraced him when he needed it the most.
There is a position open here, in the good town, to be a preaching minister at the larger Christian church (membership runs about 800). Case’s desire is to preach and teach, end of story. We are entering this with prayer, knowing that this ministry opportunity would utilize his gifts, talents and abilities more than where we are now. It is his passion and I think that he would flourish there. We pray fully send in the resume and sermon tapes and will see what shall happen.
But, for now, it is good to know that we can find a place where we feel ok. It was nice today to sit and think that we felt content and happy somewhere. It is hard to be of our generation, we are so mobile, we don’t lay down roots like our parents and grandparents did. The average worker will spend five years with a company, no one thinks about staying for 30 and retiring from the same company anymore, it’s just not the way we do it.
But every once in a while it is nice to feel “home”.
Please be in prayer for our friends who have lost an extremely special friend, father and husband.
listening: the hum of my computer
reading: seven types of ambiguity (the disclaimer is this, the book is 600 pages, I am only ½ of the way through)
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1 Comments:
I'm so glad that at the end of a tumultous week you can find the comfort and peace of belonging.
THE BEAN TREES was required reading for my language and composition class--I don't remember much, except for the starting premise. I think adventure raging in my blood was realized somewhere around that time...
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