This week is the one year anniversary of the start of this little blog.
A year ago about this time I had nothing.
Ok, that’s “a lie from the pit of hell“, as daughter Maggie would say. I “had” a lot of things. A lovely home, and delightful family and friendships I treasured. But it felt like I had nothing partly because I didn’t have an impressive job title. Actually I didn’t have any job title.
I felt like an untethered space station floating in the inky cosmos.
We had just returned from a five month sabbatical and I was clueless about how the next season of my life would look. What was my “place“? Who was my “tribe“? Was there anywhere God could use me to add value?
The answers seemed to be “nowhere”, “no-one”, and “nowhere” (again).
Maybe your circumstances are different, but you can relate. You’re “in transition” (that horrible euphemism for “in a place that feels scary and directionless“). Or maybe you’re just feeling unsettled and under-utilized.
