Hi, Ladies. It's been a while since I've checked in here.
Summer gets busy as my focus moves from writing and coaching projects to the outdoors. I have a huge yard and perennial garden to take care of and, for the most part, I derive some enjoyment from doing so.
In my understanding of God's economy I see it as all part of my JOB paid, or unpaid. I take it seriously and do the best I can.
Mid-July, I began to look forward, took a Facebook fast, and asked God to bring me something new in the fall. I wanted a new attitude, new inspiration, new friendship, new job, or new assignment--whatever he could connect me with.
A Common Feeling
Wanting something new isn't odd or bad. Most people like to change jobs every 4 years or so. If they stay with the same company, they at least like a change of position. That type of craving hits me every so often.
In my craving for this new thing I flipped through one of my journals. It said:
Don't try to make things happen, let God ring your doorbell.
I laughed, and then I waited expectantly for God to ring my doorbell with something new.
The Doorbell Ring
Well, in a sense the doorbell did ring. I received a summons to attend jury duty in September. In the summons, I was instructed to plan to sit on the jury for 3 months, should I be selected. Wow, I never would have predicted that is what God would have sent.
On one hand I was excited. On the other, frustrated that I couldn't plan other events like exercise groups and so on I might join. I knew applying for a new job was out of the question until I knew if I would be serving or not. My hands were somewhat tied.
The New Thing
So this past week, I faithfully attended the jury duty call. It was so different from my normal routine that I was glad to have the experience. I was exposed to new things including a beautiful new courthouse.
But the following day, I received a call telling me not to return as they had enough people.
Wow, in one day, my "new thing" was over. I didn't know whether to be relieved or angry
And here I am now, reflecting, wondering if there was a "why" behind God putting me there.
What this jury duty summons did teach me was to wait on God to surprise me, to be willing to go where he sends (I didn't have a choice with this, I was legally obligated to go), and to push myself to do what I had to do.
I had asked my husband to drive me so I wouldn't have to scurry to find parking and because of the construction I knew was in the area. But he refused. He told me I wasn't a baby and to just do it.
The night before I made a lunch, packed my briefcase, chose my clothes, and set double alarms. But the battery in one clock failed and I didn't hear the other. I slept in and was 40 minutes behind plan when I left home. I scurried, missed my turn for the parking garage and had to do a u-turn, did end up in construction, but made it just in time. It cost $20 in parking.
All of the above is unusual to my daily routine. So it did require some bravery.
Walking to the back of the room down an aisle with 100 strangers on each side tested my social anxiety as did standing in front of the judge, attorneys, and the accused.
Now I am scurrying to find my next new thing. Will I join one or two women's groups? Will I stay home and write and just walk the dog and run errands for stimulation? Will I apply for jobs? Do I need to fast again?
Pray with me for direction. I will always be a writer and while I was preparing for jury duty, became keenly aware of how important that calling is. I have another eBook in process now. I will continue to write no matter what else I do. I am an artist. I will continue to paint and draw no matter what else I do.
I will always be a life coach, but haven't returned to taking phone clients yet. I'm still working on finding the right balance.
I have looked over a few part-time out-of-the-house jobs. I will decide tomorrow if I'll apply to one.
I need you, my readers, as much as you might need me. I need your feedback and prayers.
As I sat in the jury duty selection room, one thing was apparent. It was a group of very normal looking human beings. While working from home I often feel I no longer fit in, at my jury duty outing, I was more professionally dressed than many who wore flip flops or sandals and capris pants or even shorts or jeans. Perhaps the best lesson was to see I can fit in. And now I just need God to show me the next place I'm to do that.