I am at the point where I need to be doing something.
I temped in an office for two weeks. As much as I want to rant and rave about
the experience, I won't. Let's just say, it doesn't look like temping is the avenue
right now for me.
there is the luxury of time for me to settle in and think outside of the box. for goodness' sake...
I have earned it.
I've spent some time on Craig's List, exploring job opportunities. There are jobs for professional bead stringers (who knew), grill cooks, printers, and pretty much a whole lotta stuff. Today I applied to be a part-time dog walker.
I. LOVE. DOGS.
I hope they take my application seriously, because I am. Think of it. Exercise, furry beings that wag their tails when they see you, the pleasure of companionship beyond my own little pack.
There are people I know that are getting beat up in the church. Not physically, but I am sure it is affecting them physically. Some of the meanies are known church folk, some are anonymous, and beyond. I know the church is a human place. And people behave badly. I've experienced that, in very, very small doses. I am lucky.
I do want to serve a congregation again, I do want to be in ministry, and I do want to listen closely to the Spirit that Leads.
My mother is part of a lovely congregation in the north-mid-west. I love them. She loves them. It's a special happy place. They don't have enough money to pay a minister full time. But they do have a building, at least, that is small and not desperately in need of repair, like a lot of buildings here in New England. They are blessed enough to have an amazing minister, in spite of. They are kind, good, people. I dream of serving in a place like this--fewer politics, ordinary people cleaning up food banks on service Sunday, bible studies on Friday mornings, and where children are celebrated.
But until that call comes,
I really, really, really would love walking dogs.