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This Is Life

I'm beginning to think I come to church just to write blog posts. (Except I'd have a lot more up here by now. But I'm in church now, so whatever. The point stands.)

So. Here we go.

Hey, guys. Long time, no see. 

I've started a few posts over the past few months. I only posted a couple of them. The past year has done a great job of squashing lost of my creative leanings. No writing, no photography, no crafting, no cooking experiments, no travel - just me, marinating inside my brain. 

You have no idea how dangerous that is. 

So, to recap. 

I worked as a project manager for the Gift in Kind program for OMS. What does that mean? We'll, I helped sort out all non-cash donations, usually real estate, to OMS. That meant intake, processing, utilities, legal matters, advertising, selling, and donor relations. For the better part of the year, I worked with a couple of guys in Illinois and Ohio. This was an incredibly stressful job, for a lot of reasons. This job ended July 31. 

My grandmother, my last living grandparent, declined in health rapidly over the last few months. She died July 25. Because of work, and because she died in Pennsylvania, I was not able to attend the funeral. I will miss her.

I've felt very cut off from OMS. My office was about five miles from HQ, but it might as well have been on the other side of the world. I have spent most of the last year on my own, without any human interaction.

Again... Dangerous. 

Now, I am unemployed. I don't really have a plan. When missions was just a two-year thing, I had a plan for after. But I don't remember what it was. Missions has become my life. I can't fathom a life without some kind of ministry. 

There's a possibility of continuing with OMS in ECC. But it's a nebulous prospect right now. No formal offer.  So I'm stuck between waiting for that to happen, but knowing that if it doesn't, I need to have found something else. 

If I had a choice, I think I'd move back to Huntington, or at least closer. I'm not really a city girl. Living in Greenwood has been a stretch. 

I guess I'm saying that I don't know what happens next. I am trying to trust that God has a plan for my future. I'm trying to figure out what that is. 

Every time I see someone now, they ask what I'm going to do. I never know how to answer. 

Well, the sermon is wrapping up. It was good.