So as I sit here in my dorm room, listening to my favorite band, there are many things on my mind. The semester is nearly over, which means all of the last minute details for papers, finals, and other assignments. It also means a transition in my life. Yesterday, I found out that the job I have so much loved is basically being terminated. Budgetary reasons happen many times within organizations, and churches are no where exempt from this. My position, being part-time, is not necessarily something that is set in stone. So, as I had been warned it could potentially happen, it still was a tough thing for me to accept.
First thought was this: what the heck am I gonna do now? This is the only job I have right now, so it is my only source of income. That being said, I have to actively begin my search for a position that will work around my school schedule and also my schedule with the church. Now that I am no longer working there (effective Jan 1), my duties will be greatly changed. I will no longer be there the whole weekend as previous, but only Sunday nights, which opens up other opportunities within the church to serve. I’ve had my taste of being a staff member at a church. I’ve seen the ins and outs of a church, the stuff that most other people don’t even get a glimpse at. Which is a huge blessing for sure, as I potentially would like to make that my full time vocation. So God placed me there for a purpose, whether it is for the learning aspect of it, the relational aspect of it, whatever it may be, God had a purpose for my time there. I met/worked with some pretty incredible people who will always have a special place. Built relationships with people, whom I otherwise would have not encountered. I learned a lot about myself, and the skills/gifts I have. So obviously God had a plan/purpose for my time there.
So with all that has gone down, I am surprisingly not depressed about it. Yesterday I was definitely bummed, as the news was definitely heartbreaking to say the least. But last night, we had our 1st Wednesday service, which is filled with worship, communion, and group time. During the worship time, I was able to basically let go of the junk that had piled up on me a few hours earlier. I was vulnerable enough to allow to God to take my junk and realize that God has a purpose for me, a plan for the next stage of my life. I am excited to see what is gonna happen, what job I land, the journey He is gonna take me on this next part of life. I know a God who loves me so much that He died for me. Loves me so much that He has an incredible plan for me and my life. I know a God who wants nothing more than for me to have life and life more abundantly. My God is mighty to save. My God is LOVE. I just pray that I can be the loving example of my Savior, that I can be a genuine representation of the God who created me and all of us. Because without this, without this LOVE, I am nothing. I am nothing without the Jesus who lives inside me. Like Paul said in 1 Corinthians 13, without LOVE my gifts are worthless. (my paraphrase) I want nothing more than to please the God who created me. May we stand in awe of the love He has so poured on us.