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Sleeping With Bread...

The last few days have been interesting - after giving two weeks notice at my current church, I've had a great sense of relief and peace. Now I know it will not be easy to bid farewell to the children, teens and co-workers I've grown close to - but it's a good feeling to be coming back "Home".

So as I step into a new-yet familiar opportunity for ministry and relationship building I'm trying to give myself room to breathe and also trying to remember that this is not a race.

It's important for me to consider what "bread" God is having me take along on this journey so here are a few thoughts on my sources of strength and hope:

!. God has a fantastic way of dealing with life. I'm amazed that in all the lives of all His children that he is a wonderful "parent" to all. I'm not stating that I think God is going to hand me anything I want - I'm simply remembering the scripture that says (forgive my basic reiteration): Why would God who loves us much more than our earthy parents give us a stone when we ask for bread?
Thanks for the bread, God.

2. The joy on my children's faces ( and husband's for that matter) that was so obvious when they knew that Mom would be more "there" for them than I've been able to for a long time. My son keeps saying, "Mom you'll be able to be here for dinner." More than being the dinner chef, his words make me realize what time together we've been missing as a family. I'm blessed to have this second chance to be there again before they all grown up.
Thanks God, for my family.

3.Doing the work that I've missed so much - campus outreach, concerts, bible studies and worship - My land I get to sing again! I actually get really emotional when I start to think about the people that I've missed and need to get back in touch with again. Relationships and seeing the personal and spiritual growth of the people I work with is so rewarding.
Thanks, God for the opportunity to dream again!

So here's the thing - I feel as if I've been given a bakery full of bread at this point. I know that the work ahead will not be easy, but man - I have a storehouse of bread to hold me over on the rough days to come.

I have many good byes to share over the next few weeks, so I ask for you're prayer support in the midst of all the transitions - but through all of it I pray that I retain the joy of the miracle put together by God and God alone!

Peace.

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