I used to think I love adventure and still tell younger women to trust the adventure with Jesus, but the adventures do exact from us and it can get tiring. Right now, I am learning a mroe mature view of it, embracing the costs... and am discerning a huge scary shift, so your post could not have come at a better time!! Thank you Laura. Hugs.
What a wise observation: life cannot be constant adventure. Where are the fallow fields, the quiet seasons, the wandering lost times, etc., and how do we accept the costs (and the constraints of not being able to choose it all). Grateful this spoke to you in the midst of discernment!
I quit my job, too, right before pandemic, I left people I loved and a boss I adored but felt burned out and overwhelmed. I needed to leave for my and my family's mental health, but taking that step was scary. When asked why I was leaving, I had zero explanation. I had no plans for the future and no reason to give except "this job just isn't right for me." Taking that leap was a privilege (my spouse brings in the bulk of our income), but it was undeniably the right thing to do, no matter how frightening it felt at the time.
I am healthier now than I have been in a long time. I have a job that I *think* I will love back at the high school, and I have realized, once again (honestly, do we ever learn), that trusting myself is instrumental to following God.
Wow. I have been sitting with your words and wondering about the interplay between trusting God and trusting myself. When I say I don't trust one of those, I wonder if it's really about the other! What a beautiful story of the long arc of change and how we don't have to know where we're going in order to arrive somewhere good.
I used to think I love adventure and still tell younger women to trust the adventure with Jesus, but the adventures do exact from us and it can get tiring. Right now, I am learning a mroe mature view of it, embracing the costs... and am discerning a huge scary shift, so your post could not have come at a better time!! Thank you Laura. Hugs.
What a wise observation: life cannot be constant adventure. Where are the fallow fields, the quiet seasons, the wandering lost times, etc., and how do we accept the costs (and the constraints of not being able to choose it all). Grateful this spoke to you in the midst of discernment!
I've learned to trust God by trusting myself.
I quit my job, too, right before pandemic, I left people I loved and a boss I adored but felt burned out and overwhelmed. I needed to leave for my and my family's mental health, but taking that step was scary. When asked why I was leaving, I had zero explanation. I had no plans for the future and no reason to give except "this job just isn't right for me." Taking that leap was a privilege (my spouse brings in the bulk of our income), but it was undeniably the right thing to do, no matter how frightening it felt at the time.
I am healthier now than I have been in a long time. I have a job that I *think* I will love back at the high school, and I have realized, once again (honestly, do we ever learn), that trusting myself is instrumental to following God.
Wow. I have been sitting with your words and wondering about the interplay between trusting God and trusting myself. When I say I don't trust one of those, I wonder if it's really about the other! What a beautiful story of the long arc of change and how we don't have to know where we're going in order to arrive somewhere good.