It’s 10:30 on a Monday morning. I just woke up an hour ago.
My position was eliminated at work, so my job hunt has been underway for a week now.
It’s days like today I hate the fact that I blog publicly. Inside me, there is some obligation I feel to share details of my life that most people would find embarrassing or “too personal” for online media.
Unfortunately I didn’t start this blog to make my life seem perfect. To make myself look good. I started this blog to share my REAL life with you.
The life that got married at the age of 22. Got a little rescue dog that turned out to be completely insane. Moved to a new city. Enjoyed my marriage. Sometimes hated my marriage. Used creativity to dress myself, decorate my house and enhance my features with makeup. Learned to cook gluten free. Paid off debt. Started new jobs, ended old ones -sometimes not by choice. Found God in good things. Found God in hard things. Found God in ALL things.
I blog because God shows up in every aspect of my life. I couldn’t run from Him if I tried.
He gave me a healthy body, a healthy mind to process and write. He gave me the ability to communicate ideas of Him clearly. Somehow. What a great responsibility and privilege.
On this rainy Monday morning, alone in my house with my dog sleeping next to me (it’s a miracle), I have chosen to be thankful (also a miracle).
Thankful that I was laid off from my job?
But thankful and confident that God has a plan. What I feel is HOPE.
I feel hope because of a God bigger than myself. Bigger than my plans. Bigger than roadblocks in my marriage or career decisions. He is there. Directing my life, allowing me to go through difficult things, but KNOWING I will be stronger because of it. Because of it, allowing me to relate to others going through similar situations. KNOWING I am given a choice each and every day to act on that hope, or not to.
For HOPE that is seen is not hope at all. Who hopes for what they already have? Romans 8:24
Learning through the journey.