Thank you to everyone for visiting my site during general convention and just after, and for the huge compliment by Mad Priest.
I just spent the evening wiping spam out of my comments. I haven't been interesting to spammers since I started this site. I have also disabled comments on all my old posts so that I never have to do that again with those post, which is why some old stuff showed up on Blogger. Sorry about that.
While the headache is either from too much screen time or too much fame. The thanks is sincere.
Friday, August 25, 2006
MIA
I'm sorry I dropped off the face of the blogosphere for awhile. I haven't won the lottery, been taken up in Rapture (or by raptors, for that matter) but there has been a lot of GOD going on my my physical life, as opposed to the mental exercises I usually engage in.
Big changes are afoot.
When I got "the call", three years ago, I prayed to God, that if this was truly His will, that there would always be immovable stones to keep me from heading in the wrong direction. (Full disclosure compels me to admit that my husband was furious that I had asked for something so opposite to common sense when he found out this is the principle we have been operating under - 2.5 years after the fact.)
In the meantime, I have been doing all sorts of things, like moving back to Portland, since I wasn't going to get ordained in San Joaquin in any case, and making sure that the whole church thing wasn't just because I missed my friends. And while I really have friends worth missing, it turns out that the knock on the door wasn't just loneliness. I joined a church in Portland that was small and needed me as much as I needed them and they put me through 1.5 years of preacher formation classes, the first year of which I cried because I was afraid of public speaking. I have mopped up a lot of overflowing toilets. I have helped a Sudanese mission get started in our building and I have offered my two cents to the process of closing the doors of that church.
Through all of this, I have never doubted my call, although I have often doubted my suitability and I have often doubted my ability to ever find the path through the boulders (sheer cliffs sometimes) that God has had to put in front of me for me to see that I was focused on the wrong thing.
The last big hurdle has been financing seminary and how to go out of state with school age children. In mid-July, during a time when I was praying on the theme of 'childlike obedience to God's will, my friend was complaining about other people have authority over things she feels she is best suited to answer (if you have kids in public school, you will understand that we were talking about school boards). I answered her that we never do have control like that, God will see to our needs if we can remember that some things are out of our control. Just like children.... Yes, I had an a-ha moment.
The next day, out of the blue, someone called and offered my husband a job. Not an interview, a job. Two weeks later, he was employed at bittorrent. CDSP is a lot closer to San Francisco than Portland. I still have several things to finish before we can move down there, I have an 'Seeing the Face of God in Each Other' anti-racism training session to lead. I am a delegate, possibly the last delegate to diocesan convention for my parish. And I promised my daughter a candy birthday party. Not to mention Christmas in Seattle.
For months I had been over-analyzing 'childlike' without ever considering what children actually do. When you are a child, your parents pick you up and haul you around and tell you to suck it up, and eat your spinach while you are at it. Children buckle their seatbelts, feed the spinach to the goldfish and make their parents sing camp songs in the car.
So God has told me to get in the car, and I am busy feeding spinach to my fish. Camp songs to follow.
Praise be to God. (and pray for me like mad, i so need it)
Big changes are afoot.
When I got "the call", three years ago, I prayed to God, that if this was truly His will, that there would always be immovable stones to keep me from heading in the wrong direction. (Full disclosure compels me to admit that my husband was furious that I had asked for something so opposite to common sense when he found out this is the principle we have been operating under - 2.5 years after the fact.)
In the meantime, I have been doing all sorts of things, like moving back to Portland, since I wasn't going to get ordained in San Joaquin in any case, and making sure that the whole church thing wasn't just because I missed my friends. And while I really have friends worth missing, it turns out that the knock on the door wasn't just loneliness. I joined a church in Portland that was small and needed me as much as I needed them and they put me through 1.5 years of preacher formation classes, the first year of which I cried because I was afraid of public speaking. I have mopped up a lot of overflowing toilets. I have helped a Sudanese mission get started in our building and I have offered my two cents to the process of closing the doors of that church.
Through all of this, I have never doubted my call, although I have often doubted my suitability and I have often doubted my ability to ever find the path through the boulders (sheer cliffs sometimes) that God has had to put in front of me for me to see that I was focused on the wrong thing.
The last big hurdle has been financing seminary and how to go out of state with school age children. In mid-July, during a time when I was praying on the theme of 'childlike obedience to God's will, my friend was complaining about other people have authority over things she feels she is best suited to answer (if you have kids in public school, you will understand that we were talking about school boards). I answered her that we never do have control like that, God will see to our needs if we can remember that some things are out of our control. Just like children.... Yes, I had an a-ha moment.
The next day, out of the blue, someone called and offered my husband a job. Not an interview, a job. Two weeks later, he was employed at bittorrent. CDSP is a lot closer to San Francisco than Portland. I still have several things to finish before we can move down there, I have an 'Seeing the Face of God in Each Other' anti-racism training session to lead. I am a delegate, possibly the last delegate to diocesan convention for my parish. And I promised my daughter a candy birthday party. Not to mention Christmas in Seattle.
For months I had been over-analyzing 'childlike' without ever considering what children actually do. When you are a child, your parents pick you up and haul you around and tell you to suck it up, and eat your spinach while you are at it. Children buckle their seatbelts, feed the spinach to the goldfish and make their parents sing camp songs in the car.
So God has told me to get in the car, and I am busy feeding spinach to my fish. Camp songs to follow.
Praise be to God. (and pray for me like mad, i so need it)
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