Monthly Archives: August 2018
I didn’t post last week because my room was in disarray, but all of my things are now in the house and I’m gradually sorting through them. I did not anticipate how much I would miss writing. I think it gives me a great deal of direction.
Our Sunday School class was focused on asking what does Sunday School and Church mean to you, and how would you describe that to someone who hasn’t been there. In worship, we celebrated the blessing of the backpacks, which is to provide school supplies to those who cannot afford them. I was surprised to learn that we were putting off the sermon on the mount, but at the end I had the opportunity to share about Starting Point, and once I finished speaking I was surprised at how quickly I was done.
Generally, I’ve had a lot of stress this week because it seems when I’m not at work, I’m working on unpacking. I’m going through everything as fast as I can because I want to make the room I moved my bed to my own space, and have everything else together. Perhaps I’ve put a greater burden on my shoulders than necessary.
As for last week, I got a bill with a ridiculous late fee that I was able to get straightened out, and decided to make it a positive by getting more aggressive about tackling my debt. I mentioned this to Dan, and he said he’d heard some advice was to pay on Debt A, B, and C, and once A is paid off, apply the money that was going out to B, then when B is settled, pay both A and B’s amount on C. It’s a strategy I look forward to implementing.
Also last week, Matt shared that his and Lacey’s adoption was a success. I haven’t seen them at church together for about a month, but apparently that must’ve been because they were spending time with their baby. I don’t think I could be any happier for them.
Looking toward next month, I’m excited for concerts coming up and a week long vacation. In the meantime, I just need to hang in there.
This week has been largely uneventful. On one hand, it’s left me eager for the next challenge. On the other hand, I’m more wise than I used to be, and realize that this is a time to gather strength before the next storm arrives.
I caught last week’s broadcast of our church service, we were starting a focus on The Sermon on the mount. It was very interesting to understand that those who were the least fortunate in the world were those in greatest attendance. This week, in Bible Study, Tanya led us in a focus on the book of Hosea. It was a good lesson, and the myth she went over that resonated most with me was “God cannot use me.” I immediately opened my mind to the question “Have I been making myself available for God to use?” I can say that I was in the right place at the right time last night, as there was a young man who I believe was stranded and already had to leave two hotels while trying to get his situation under control. He asked if he could stay and charge his phone, and I pointed out a place to him, then we went over what was going on. I put myself in his shoes, and knew he needed a safe place to sort out the trouble he was in. I told him about some of the trouble I had up North, and we were immediately sympathetic with one another.
This week’s worship service was focused on Camp Ridgecrest, and after seeing some young people in attendance making the decision to commit their lives to Christ and become baptized, I’m deeply motivated to volunteer next year. After that, Pastor Bobby explained that he had failed his Father’s expectation, to put God first, Family second, and the Church third. It made me take notice that I may have not been in enough communication through prayer lately, and indeed, prayer being our communication with God, from that flows making God the primary source of everything in our lives. I must make the effort more concentrated.
I believe, with our new young Christians from Camp Ridgecrest, that this is the perfect time to give a testimonial about Starting Point, as the new class will begin in September. I’ve already taken some notes about what I want to share, and now I need to focus on bringing it entirely together. Addressing the congregation, at this moment, feels like an intimidating prospect, but given that this is my Church family, I know I have nothing to worry about. I just need to pray to have my words guided by Christ as I did when I wrote the story of my journey in Faith.
In retrospect, the last eight months has gone by so quickly, and so many good things have happened. I’m not sure if I want the next four to go by as fast, but I know I stand ready for what’s on the horizon.
This week started fantastically, then a few things tried to knock me off my cloud. Once I finished at the hotel I was working, the Manager I had been working with told me he said to my boss “Get me someone just like him.” I was absolutely on top of the world.
After that, I unfortunately broke an expensive pair of wireless headphones, but I’ve ordered a replacement pair on sale and once I get the original pair repaired I’ll have a backup for the occasion I forget the new ones at home. A friend posted something about how in China, when something gets broken, they repair it with gold, showing the flaw while enhancing the original item’s beauty. I think I would rather like to have a golden streak at the breaking point, but for now I’ll settle for superglue.
I started at my new hotel during the weekend, and it provided me the opportunity to slow down and take a look at the general upward trend my life has taken over the last eight months. First, I land a job in nine days of moving back. Then I get my second job about two months later. I joined my church and became Baptized, committing my life to Christ. My temp job goes permanent, the first time I’ve ever reached that professional milestone. Later, I get employer-provided insurance. Just this week I got my health insurance card, so now I can set up a diet and exercise plan. Everything has been coming together so well, I can see how God’s perfect timing is behind it.
That’s not to say life is without its challenges. The rest of my things got delivered this week, and all I can say of the experience is I would not recommend Midwestern Van Lines to anyone who has earned my respect. I was misled to believe they would pay for 30 days of storage, then deliver it to the home address, but apparently that was only that they would store things for 30 days if we weren’t ready for delivery. That wasn’t made clear until the dispatch agent, who was a nightmare to work with, explained it on the day of delivery. After that, we were standing there with money orders in hand, but because they weren’t from the post office, they were refused. Also, the dispatch agent didn’t even want to remove the fee for upstairs delivery, even though it was no longer being delivered to the home address. Once we got everything straightened out, I still had to pay a redelivery fee just to get it over with. It has been the worst experience I’ve ever had with the entire service industry. But at least it’s finished.
What upset me most is we had to leave before church service was over. I’ll have to watch the recorded broadcast, but I can say that the prayer Kristen led us in today was so powerful I was moved to tears. I’m very glad that, since this large expense is now behind me, I can start giving to my church again.
I suppose I should be ready to step down from the high I’m riding, difficult as that may be. I am ready to continue recognizing positives that may have fallen out of my perception before. I’m stronger than life now. And I can dutifully reach out to others to help guide their path as well.