What am I giving up for Lent?

February 25, 2009


Details soon.


The cul-de-sac of faithfulness

February 22, 2009

This past Friday, I was out walking on a suburban street with my eighth grade English group. They come, if you can imagine, from 4-6 pm on a Friday afternoon, to do vocabulary, to read and to discuss literature with me. Oddly, they are all boys, and there are only three of them. On our walk, I asked them to pay attention to details as they looked around the California suburbs, to use those details in a writing we were going to do later.  I’d never walked on that particular street, and it turned out to be a dead end, so our walk was short.  When we got back to class, I wrote about the dead end being a surprise to me.  As I was writing, one of the students asked me how to spell cul-de-sac.  I almost laughed out loud.  He was right, it wasn’t a dead end, but a perfectly tidy, circular cul-de-sac.

When we were out walking, I was once again surprised by my own life. What a strange way to spend Friday afternoon. I finally know what I love to do vocationally, but I am hanging out with three thirteen year olds, walking down a suburban dead end cul-de-sac. This is not chaplaincy.

I do not mind so much, anymore, that it has taken me so long to find the thing that I love to do so much. But waiting to do it, the time that it is taking to equip myself to do it, that wears on me sometimes. The economic realities of my family’s life dictate that I cannot do another full-time un-paid CPE internship right now.  I need to do two more internships.  The possibility exists that I may find a paid internship, but they are rare.  I want nothing more than to be walking through a hospital, meeting people and having the opportunity to accompany them on their walk through difficult times.

Instead, I’m working at an after-school program, teaching English.  I am very grateful for the work, especially given our economy’s downhill nature these days.  My husband has been looking for work for about three months now, which is also dispiriting.  I was laid off from my ESL teaching job in January.  With all my heart, I wish I could be making a living (even a small living!) doing the work that I love.  But, for now, I simply can’t.

This brings me to faithfulness.  These days, when we pray “give us this day our daily bread,” we pray it fervently.  When we give thanks, as we do at every meal, we do it even more reverently.  There is something about being on the edge of poverty (I know we are not nearly as close as many) that makes us even more grateful for what we do have.  We are trying to be faithful, to hold on to just a mustard seed of faith in a time of great unknowing and great need.

I try not to despair, to think of all the things that could derail me from the path that I believe God’s asked me to take.   Jesus meant something when he told us that moving a mountain was something we could ask for and expect.  He wasn’t joking, I assume.  My husband keeps moving forward, looking for some kind of job that a former pilot could do well, even if it’s not for much money.  This continual searching without much positive feedback requires the fuel of hope and faith on his part.

Faithfulness for me, right now, means trusting that God’s hand is at work in the midst of our want and confusion, even though I can barely discern what His hand is doing.  Faithfulness is not giving up on a dream of serving His people.  It means that even though I’m walking on what looks like a dead end, as the eighth grader reminded me, it is not a dead end.  It’s a cul-de-sac.  Hopefully this time will be like a cul-de-sac in my life.  I will get to the end of it, turn around and be back out on the road that I want to be travelling.

John Adams, via HBO, ROCKS

February 7, 2009

I love learning about American history.  A lot of it leaves me feeling a little depressed, but some of it makes me proud to be an American.  I’ve always loved the story of the American revolution – it’s amazing to me.  My husband and I have been watching the HBO movie “John Adams” (I don’t know if that’s the right term, maybe it’s a mini-series?) and it is amazing.  It’s as if all these little pieces of the revolution that I knew are all fitting into a fleshed out context.  Jefferson, Franklin, Abigail Adams, John Adams, the early discussions about the Declaration of Independence – everything makes more sense now.  It’s the best thing I’ve seen on film in a very long time – satisfying intellectually, dramatically and visually.  And how awesome is it that I live with someone as square and geeky as myself, who wants to spend Friday night watching historical films about John Adams.

I wish we could get one of those revolutionary flags to fly at our house.  My favorite is the “Appeal to Heaven” flag.  That’s right, y’all, we’re APPEALING TO HEAVEN we’re so sick of being Britain’s bitches colonies!!  It would be a welcome change of pace from those damn bunny “Happy Easter” suburban house flag things.  God I hate those things.

Sick children are just so much fun

February 3, 2009

Aren’t they? Bee (7) is home with the flu, and she is unbelievably cantankerous.  She’s even tried to pick fights with everyone. It is simultaneously funny and enervating. It’s hard, because I genuinely feel bad for her, she has a fever and doesn’t feel well. But then there are moments like last night when we had to give her medicine. It was as if we were going to do an amputation with no anaesthetic. And we pulled out ALL the tricks, including a spoon-full of cinnamon sugar after the medicine. Still, some of it ended up on her neck, the floor and her shirt. Nice.

It makes me wonder how people with a passel of kids deal with this. I remember I used to read a blog of a mom with seven or eight kids, and they were incessantly ill. I guess those parents must develop parenting limbs that we don’t have to. Get well soon Bee!