Back to reality . . . .

We visited Washington for a week and now I'm back to reality.  Going to Bethel's ladies retreat was balm for my soul.  I talked more than I've talked in my life.  I'm sure of it.  But I didn't care--I was catching up on all the female connections I haven't experienced in the last 6 months.  Then after returning from the retreat I was able to visit more friends.  Ahhhh!  So great and nice!

And today I felt like I was slapped in the face again.  Or more like my heart was ripped out of my chest.  Sunday's are so hard.  I miss my church family so much.  This transition is even harder than before I believe.  God is calling us to some ministry here, but we haven't found it quite yet.  Or the next pastor that our church hires might help define that for us.  But I hate to wait that long . . . because I'm not sure I can wait.  Waiting on God is hard.  He has something for me but it's not clear.  And that's hard, too.

Since I'm Type A I would just like to fix this problem.  Put it on my checklist and solve it and move on.  But it's not that type of problem.  This is a time issue and a God issue.  (The latter really being the cause of the former, right?)  I will wait on the Lord . . . . this might be good for me.