Jonah
I had a very witty title all picked out for this entry, as I was driving.
Then I forgot it.
Rebar wanted to feast me before I fasted. Sounded good to me, so I moved
the start time of my fast into the evening so we could sup at Big Ed's
Barbecue. It sounds rather frivolous written like that, but it was
an easy accommodation to make for a special person. So my fast will
end a little later Sunday night. Big deal.
It has nothing to do with Passover or Easter, by the way. It has
to do with the strange crossroads I am at just now. Something is
not right, both in my religious path and in my occupation. I'm doing
temp work for Manpower at the moment, while I get sorted out. There
are so many directions I could go in, and there are dreams that have not
been fulfilled, and there is the feeling of an impending mission that has
been growing on me for some months now.
So, I am fasting and praying. I had planned to for some time, but
the horrible cold I got after taking the kids to Colorado put it on hold.
My health is restored, and it feels like time.
Although I'm a little afraid. I'm afraid that when I find out what
the mission is, I might have a hard time accepting it and carrying it through,
like Jonah. Of course, I may find out nothing. Sometimes the
answer is to do without an answer. No fear there. If that's
the case, then I will need to carefully weigh my options and choose with
my head.
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