transitional living
Everything is changing! Or so it seems. We’re selling a house, my home congregation moved to a new location (a whole block away!), my eldest started third grade today, my youngest has a new preschool, the Vanagon is getting new upholstery (thanks Mom!), my Dad is back in town after hiking the entirity of the Appalachian Trail, I took a part time job with Lutheran Campus Ministry at the U of M, I’ve got a jam packed fall schedule…
It’s pure craziness.
I’m excited for these changes. I’m also apprehensive/panicky at times. The other night I went to bed at 11 and woke up at 2:30. I was pretty much up for the day once I started worrying about how everything was going to happen in time. And if it would all work out financially. And it might. And it might not. It’s the ‘might not’ that keeps me up at night.
My friend Sue says that money follows mission. My dad was just telling me that whenever he’s followed a call that the money part has worked out. Jesus likes to point out that birds and flowers don’t worry. Well duh Jesus. That’s because we don’t charge the flowers rent for garden space and birds eat for free in our feeders.
But it is a fine example of being free. Of having someone take care of you. Watch out for you. And when I think about it I guess I’ve got those people in my life too. People that buy me coffee (thanks Jason!), that work to sell my house (thanks John!), that make sure I eat (thanks Jodi!) and people that support me as an artist in my vocation (thanks you!). You’re setting me free.
Transition is not easy for me. I’m a slow changer. I dig routine (Hello liturgy!). Perhaps part of my routine needs to be taking time daily to remember those who care for me and ease my worries and assure me of my calling. And in faith and trust I continue to live into my calling. You’re helping me figure that out. Thanks for the support, the love, the easing of my worries, and well… Shucks, once again thanks for being you. Keep being that which you are, Nate.