Don’t talk to me about Jonah

My emotions…they need to be reigned in.  I am doing what I can to stop the high highs and the low lows.  It’s not easy these days.

As I’ve written, eluded to, work has been super stressful.  Today, something in me broke, and I decided to stop fighting.  I am responsible to keep my part of the wheel well-lubed and mobile.  I am not responsible for the overall working of the whole machine.  So, I am ducking my head and walking forward.  I will start going to our HQ in Fairless Hills next week.  We’re starting with two days a week…but I suspect that within one month, it will be full time.  Frankly, I think that the change of scenery will do me well. 

I’ve been challenged by people all over the world this week.  People I know and people that I don’t know.  I’m just thankful that I’ve yet to hear a sermon on Jonah.  I do not believe I will be going anywhere near an ocean in the near future.  Turns out I should’ve been heading to Nineveh but I was trying to head to Tarsis.  I am currently in fear of being swallowed and held captive in the belly of a fish.

I’m going to revisit an endeavour that I started last fall.  Maybe instead of going full time, taking one step at a time.  Turns out that I was pretty good…and that something I wrote is helping people all over the world.  Shocking, considering I’ve spent the better part of the last few weeks/months wondering if I had ever made an impact on anyone.  Then I get a comment reminding me of something I wrote, so long ago, that affects people.  Daily.