Staying home

The school to which I applied for the job sent me an email on Tuesday, which I found when we got home from the funeral.  I wasn't successful in the application, which didn't surprise me - but they did like the wee advert I designed as part of the process.  There were some very "strong candidates" apparently.  But, do you know what, I was very enthusiastic about the job in the application and interview process, but when I got home and I was mulling over the tiny office that I would be working in, looking out over a boring fence, and the restrictive hours of work, I realised that actually, I wasn't that keen any longer!  I would have done the job if I had been offered it, but it has made me think about what I am doing......

I'm looking for a temporary job, one that will see me through a little while.  I need to get Faith&Worship finished, ideally for submission at the end of September, and then I will be able to talk to people about candidating for the Methodist ministry.  I may need a job whilst I train, to support the YFG and myself, depending on the training pathway that the church choose for me, if I get that far.  IF I get that far, indeed, but I have to try, because that is what I am convinced and convicted that I am asked to do.  God can be a right old nag at times, as He keeps reminding me what He wants me to do, and as much as I have realised that this is His plan since a time about 17 years ago, occasionally I get a giant prod from Him, and He says, "Are you going to do this NOW?" and yes, now is the time to get started.  We continue to grow here, and this will be a step along the journey.  How quickly this will take us from the Fens, we have to wait to find out. I suspect that it might not be for some time, a few years, perhaps.  Time to adjust.

Today I am off to the undertaker's early on to collect odd items like the beekeeper's veil we put on the coffin, the memory stick that has the slideshow on it, and some CDs.  This lunchtime we are travelling to Ely to spend some time with the YFG's godmother before she wings her way back to Fife this evening on a plane from Stansted.  We are planning a picnic by the river, so the weather forecast looks just great.

The girls have got suitcases and heaps of clothes all over the sitting room floor as they begin their packing for their trip away on Saturday with my dad and MB.