The Waiting...

The waiting.

No, I'm not referring the the awesome 90's Christian band from GA I might have seen in concert quite a few times. (And still listen to)

I'm referring to this time in my life. Waiting. In the last week after I resigned, friends have been kind enough to send me quite a few potential leads for what might be the next right thing for me. I put my resume on a church site and have been contacted and even started interviewing with a few churches.

As I write this, I can count on two hands people who have reached out about something and no follow up yet. So, the waiting. I'm not sure what's next. Frankly, almost every role I've talked about is uniquely different from other ones. Kinda cool and very much me, I'm not sure I fit in a specific box after this many years of what He has allowed me to do.

It's pretty obvious to me that's what next is not where I am, so I am spending time getting my house ready to get put on the market soon. Amazing, I've only lived here a little more than a year and how much stuff is piled into closets and cabinets. The back porch is full of stuff and I find books everywhere I look. In the short time here, a lot of life has happened and the Lord has done a work in my life and heart.

All that to say, the waiting reminds me to drop my anchor deeper into an infinitely trustworthy God and believe that His plan is perfect. My whole "career" has rarely gone the way I wanted it to, so why start now? Another chance to try and steward this season well and do my best to follow where He is leading.

A few years ago on the GA porch a friend pontificated on "waiting with hope." Have been reminded on that lately. Not waiting with fear. Not waiting with anxiety. Waiting with hope. It's not necessarily our knee jerk reaction, but one I am leaning into.

Grateful for your prayers friends. They are needed and valued as I trust and wait with hope.