You may have seen the news on twitter or facebook but it deems announcing to the heavens (and the blogosphere) that I was offered a job last week!
In fact, I was offered a job exactly one week after I "resigned" from my previous position. The job is one of the balls I had in the air prior to last week. In fact I had to miss my second interview because baby goat was in the hospital.
But it turns out that God had very specific ideas about my call and my continuing in ministry and despite all the set-backs my NEW church and I both feel called to ministry together.
There is so much that is night and day between this new church and the last church, but I'm not going to go into specifics because I have no need to bash any church on the internet.
Churches are full of humans. Sinful humans.
And that means that there are challenges. My NEW church will have challenges too, I am just grateful to have the opportunity to immerse myself into a church again.
And so I find myself in the weird situation of having about the shortest unemployment experience ever. From a financial and insurance standpoint we are saved, but there are still consequences from the last few weeks for me - particularly emotionally.
I can't shake this "the-sky-is-falling" feeling that we are temporarily safe and we are waiting for the next shoe to drop. On the other hand it feels like things are coming together so well that I want to remain upbeat about it.
I am off for the next two weeks. My new church wanted me to have time to transition and recouperate and I am grateful for the time. I hope that I can process the panicky feeling that the last month has left me with and come into my newest ministry ready to go and in tune with God's call in my life.
We went to church (a completely different church) today as a family. It was nice to sit and be present in worship without the stress that my old church gave me. Of course there was the stress of wrangling a very particular and particularly cranky baby goat. Thankfully there is something about his grinning face that melts the hardest of congregations hearts. There are memories of their own children in crinkled-eyed grins and the indulgent smiles to frazzled parents. And of course, like every time we've ever visited a church, Mr Goat was asked to join the choir by a cute little old lady. I can only hope that we'll have a similar welcome at our new church, but I have high hopes.