The Pain of Growing Up. 

So I’ve been looking for a job for a long time. A LOOOOONG time. Today I finally got a call from a local temp agency letting me know that they have a job for me that can start on Monday. Which is awesome. It’s totally an answer to prayer. But here’s the thing-I have to stop volunteering at the K-5 program I help with on Wednesday afternoons. This honestly breaks my heart.  I have a group of nine kids and we are totally at that part in the school year where we all mesh and get along. Three of my kids have memorized enough verses to get a t-shirt! And the others are SO CLOSE. I’ll have to leave them with no notice if I take this job.

Wild Wednesday is not one of those things that I do because I feel like I need to make a better resume, or fill up my time while I’m waiting for the next thing in life. It’s one of my passions. These kids LOVE Jesus. The kids who aren’t Christians love Jesus and they don’t even realize it. It is amazing to see God working through this ministry. We have a huge group of kids that attend the program. Awesome doesn’t even begin to describe it.

 I know that taking this job will give me new opportunities to witness and I’ll still have Ignite in the evening, and Fab Friday events once a month, but still my heart is breaking. I don’t want to be the person who forsakes their passions to make a buck. However, I do need to leave this house and have a place of my own and be able to support myself. It’s the worst catch 22 I’ve ever experienced.

Oh life, why do you have to be so complicated?