Isn't it funny how life doesn't end up the way you planned? I never, ever thought that I would be working in a church. Well, here I am. Then I didn't want to be working with a church youth group for only a year, because I didn't think it was fair to the youth to have to go through another big transition like that. Again, here I am. I didn't know how much I would grow to love, respect, and treasure my youth that I've only known for a short time. It's way more than I would have thought. The other day when there was discussion about who would be hired on after me, I began having these thoughts, "You can't have them! They're mine!" {sidenote: is that how God responds to the devil who would wish we follow him? } Even before a year is complete, I'm already attached and don't particularly enjoy entertaining the thought that sometime soon, I will not be around to see them change and grow.
Transitions in life are hard, but necessary. I face another one of those in the near future, and it both excites and intimdates me. I'm excited for a new challenge and adventure, that I believe God has led me to pursue. I'm intimdated because I doubt whether or not I can do it well. Yes, I fear failure. Actually, I probably fear too many things. I fear that this dream of once again serving in England with OM will not become reality. Why fear? Well, I know, but hesitate to say, that I need to trust God more deeply. Oh God, help my unbelief! Let me see your greatness and respond with trust. Amen.
Tami
