Today is the first day of my last week of work here. Talk about surreal.
My brain can't even process the fact that two weeks from now, Matt and I will have packed and moved from the city to the suburbs, that his family will have visited here and he will have graduated, that I will have sung a spring concert with Apollo and have moved belongings into my new office at church, that I will be a week away from starting my first call and will have an ordination in the works.
A lot is happening in the next two weeks. The truth is, at other points in my life, looking ahead at such a transition would have significantly upped my anxiety. But this time around, all of the transitions that are happening make me excited. And I feel more impatience than anxiety - impatient to be moved, impatient to get started at church, impatient for summer to come...I think that the only thing right now that I wish would happen slower (as opposed to faster) would be this last week at my job. Leaving jobs is hard, especially when they have treated you so well.
It is my hope that this post can mark the end (at least for a while!) of my series of less than exciting ramblings about life-changes. I would feel the need to apologize for how much time I've spent talking about transitions in the past couple years, except that my life really has been quite the series of transitions during that timespan. I am thrilled, however, to be transitioning into a new world of settling down and settling into my vocation, my home, and my family life. Thanks for your support along the way!
For surely I know the plans I have for you, says the Lord, plans for your welfare and not for harm, to give you a future with hope. (Jeremiah 29:11)
In other funny news, today my boss stopped by my desk to tell me that he's come up with the perfect response to anyone in my new church that thinks I look too young to be in ministry: "Well, how old was Jesus when he started?" I reminded him that while Jesus might have started young (you could argue birth, or the point in childhood when he taught his teachers), they also killed him at 33, which doesn't bode well for me! Nor does it give me a whole lot of time... :)