“Two drifters out to see the world, there is such a lot of world to see.”
Isn’t it that sadness of dating these days that you can fall in love at any moment, and then not be able to actually be together completely until credit card debt is paid off, and student loans are gone and you have a real job.
Financial foundation, or something like that.
In January I was bitching to the Lord that I didn’t have a “real” job. I worked in a restaurant and at Pier 1 (yet again). I was asking why I lived in Athens, Georgia when it seemed like the rest of the world was chasing their dreams, or their scholarships or their graduate degrees.
Then, out of nowhere this position opened up at this huge law firm in Atlanta and suddenly my friends in Atlanta were pulling all sorts of strings to get me a place as a case assistant.
and then bam… new interview outfit, heels, dress.
bam. 3 round interview at the top of a 15 story highrise
All in the same week I fell in love with my church, and the body in Athens and my wonderful boyfriend returned from his month hiatus in Tampa.
This saturday my best friends and I celebrated Jessica’s life. We ate pizza at my favorite place downtown (the top floor of Transmet), we danced to our songs, and we all gathered on my wonderful back porch with candlelight and shared stories and encouragement about our best friends. While eating spice cake with cream cheese icing we all told stories about the love and sweet relationships we all share here in this hipster town that I don’t want to leave.
and of course, bam. Saturday morning I found out I had received this perfect job in Atlanta and it’s the last thing in the world I want to receive.
When the Lord told me to go to UGA in Athens, Georgia it was the only school I hadn’t toured and I was beyond upset that he had called me here to this perfect place. Where I’ve grown so much in humility, in work ethic, in this place where I have seen the face of the poor. I was bitter at God for over a year as I grappled with my new home and the new people that surrounded me (or lack there of) and when I got over my bitterness and adjusted… I saw the world and adventures at my fingertips.
Now the Lord seems to be calling me out of my cozy cottage, and perfect community and life giving church. He seems to be calling me to long office hours, and flights to important trials around the country and high heels business casual.
All I want is art, and parties and life-giving nurturing jobs which means at the end of the day I get to snuggle into Judge’s arms at 186 Inglewood, and read persian poetry.
Now, I’m going to Midtown, Atlanta to minister to the rich and the elite of this world who pass a hungry man on the corner without pause.
Stepping stones. Athens. Jordan, all places I would have never imagined and I certainly don’t want to be separated from my loves here or Judge here.
Commuting and praying and good burnt CD’s and a lot of two hour drives from Midtown, Atlanta to be back home with Judge and my yellow room at the secret garden.
Really, Lord. Really?
Come now, you who say, “Today or tomorrow we will go to such and such a city, and spend a year there and engage in business and make a profit.” 1Yet you do not know what your life will be like tomorrow. You are just a vapor that appears for a little while and then vanishes away. Instead, you ought to say, “If the Lord wills, we will live and also do this or that.” But as it is, you boast in your arrogance; all such boasting is evil