Psalm 126
Two weeks ago I submitted my ministerial profile in to the national office of our church's denomination. A profile is similar to a job resume in that I need to record past jobs, education, position I'm seeking, and salary expectations. I also had to put down the date I was first accepted into the care of our church's local association. The in-care date would be the official date the journey I'm currently on began and that date is August 17, 2006; almost 7 years ago. That was the summer between my graduating from a 2-year program at the Whitworth School of Religion for a Lay Ministry Certificate and attending the Vancouver School of Theology to begin my studies towards a Master's of Divinity degree.
All told, my adventure in education is 8 years, plus 1 year in between. When I began I had no idea what would be expected of me and along the way I learned how to read chapters upon chapters within a week, set aside time for studies, write 15-page papers which involved weeks of research, as well as listen to other's opinions and find a way to accept and include their ideas as a part of my own.
Now, in this moment and after reading this morning's Psalm, I find myself in a place of contentment. I have found the realization that my formal education is over; that part of my life has come to an ending. I haven't yet been able to reap anything I've sown as the understanding of what is happening is just setting in, but I do see that I'm in another waiting pattern - that in-between place where trust in God rules all that happens.
What's coming next? I really don't know. What I do know is that with God's guidance I'll be ready to begin again.
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