Recently I received word from two different graduate school buddies of their experience in the job search. One was just recently hired after years and dozens of rejections. The other is at a very encouraging step in the process with a reputable institution after himself having experienced his share of dismissive replies to applications.
I must admit that mixed with my happiness for them is a tinge of wistfulness, even jealousy. You see, that was the path that I was on, or thought I was at least, until almost a year ago when a different and unexpected calling was revealed. And yet, though we have embraced our life and ministry here, there is still a part of me that hasn't completely bid farewell to those earlier aspirations.
Yet--and especially if anyone from the congregation is reading this--we are not looking back. We have no end date in mind. We do not chafe against this calling. We are trying to call this "home" instead of constantly thinking of the states that way. We have no doubt that God has placed us here for this time and for His purposes. With that confidence, we are not looking back.
Well, that and somebody stole both side mirrors off our car.
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