So, I have not posted in a long time, and so much has happened in my life. I’ve gone through a lot of changes and I still am. God has blessed me profusely, but life still happens. So, I’ve been thinking about a lot, and experiencing a lot and wondering how God wants to use me and where.
So, I moved to St. Louis. Back to St. Louis, technically. Since I grew up here and only lived in CA for 5 years right after high school, moving to St. Louis really isn’t all that big a change as one might think. Then about 2 months after I moved home I went on my first date with my boyfriend, Mike. We met after a Cardinals game last summer (funny story I’ll have to tell sometime). Anyway, in September I took a job as the Director of Music and Worship at a church about 40 minutes from my parents house. I was really excited about it because the person who recommended me for the job is a family friend and he is also an elder at this church. The people seemed great and they wanted to grow the contemporary worship program and I felt like I was just the person to get them started. Well, about 6 weeks into this whole thing, the pastor decided that I wasn’t a good fit for the church. Even though he was the one who was so gung-ho about me coming on board anyway. So, he came into my office and fired me. On the spot. With no notice. What a jerk, right? I certainly thought so, and so did everyone to whom I’ve told the story to. Ridiculous, to fire a full time ministry professional after only 6 weeks? I think so. But I soon learned that even though it sucks to be fired, the world won’t stop turning. And God had a better plan for me.
So, I was without a job until about 6 weeks ago, when I found a job teaching voice and piano lessons at a music school in Chesterfield, Missouri, about 20 minutes from my parents’ house. And here I am, with a great family and boyfriend, and currently 2 good friends who live in the area. So, what am I missing?
I mean, I have had the opportunity and blessing to lead worship with some fabulous musicians at various churches, begin to talk to my boyfriend about Jesus, met some really great people who I enjoy singing and playing and hanging out with. But I still feel like something is missing.
And yet, the world hasn’t stopped for me to figure it out so I can continue and know what it is I’m missing and not lose it.
Part of me doesn’t think this is very fair, but since when has life been fair? Never. Life wasn’t even fair to Jesus. Now, that’s unfair.
So, what am I missing? I’m not totally sure, but I’m working on it. To be honest, I’m pretty sure it has something to do with seeking after God. Learning about Him. Wanting to know more.
I know that the past 9 months are just a small fraction of my story. And that there are so many things that may have begun recently that will last a long time, but I want to make sure that I’m doing things right. I want to make sure that I’m where God wants me even though I believe that He will bless me where I am so that I can be a blessing to others. I know my story is really only just beginning and I’m praying that even if the world doesn’t pause for me, that God will show me what He wants me to learn so that I can be everything He has created me to be. Nothing less. Because all I want to do is live a life that brings Him praise.
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