December 11. I will have been in Baton Rouge for three years on December 11, 2006. My mind whirls at the thought of it. I've never been in one spot for longer than 3 years. We moved around alot in my fathers' caretaking of oil pumps. Even college was only two and a half.
Every few months I go through the "how 'bout now?" stage with God. Its like clockwork. Something or someone will tell me to move on, get another job, find another church I can love, usually in another state, usually in Texas. They'll say just the thing to make my ears perk up to where God and I sit in a closet and once again I ask for a "Could You say that again? Louder."
Lately, as I get older, they've begun to use different tactics. I would be so much happier if you were here, I just want some companionship for you, I need you here, why do you have to be there, they don't need you, your husband is in Texas, you can love God anywhere Allison...
I know. I know that there are other jobs, better pay, other churches, different people I could love elsewhere. But God has me here. Still. Much to my confusion and utter bewilderment in if He's able to use me at all here, but I'm here nonetheless. I've seen the world, I've done tons of different things and God still has me here. Baton Rouge. Louisiana. My heart is firm on one point though. No matter where He leads me I want to be smack dab in the center of His will...
Part of my heart jumps for joy at the thought of having roots. I think I would love that. The other part of me, the traveler in me, wonders when He's going to take me somewhere else... I don't know what the other side of three years in one place looks like...
Every few months I go through the "how 'bout now?" stage with God. Its like clockwork. Something or someone will tell me to move on, get another job, find another church I can love, usually in another state, usually in Texas. They'll say just the thing to make my ears perk up to where God and I sit in a closet and once again I ask for a "Could You say that again? Louder."
Lately, as I get older, they've begun to use different tactics. I would be so much happier if you were here, I just want some companionship for you, I need you here, why do you have to be there, they don't need you, your husband is in Texas, you can love God anywhere Allison...
I know. I know that there are other jobs, better pay, other churches, different people I could love elsewhere. But God has me here. Still. Much to my confusion and utter bewilderment in if He's able to use me at all here, but I'm here nonetheless. I've seen the world, I've done tons of different things and God still has me here. Baton Rouge. Louisiana. My heart is firm on one point though. No matter where He leads me I want to be smack dab in the center of His will...
Part of my heart jumps for joy at the thought of having roots. I think I would love that. The other part of me, the traveler in me, wonders when He's going to take me somewhere else... I don't know what the other side of three years in one place looks like...
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