...My departure to Faith Builders, that is. Seriously, never doubt the potential of one week to alter the course of your life.  

On July 21 I got a call from FB, asking if I'd consider being their new receptionist. They wanted my answer by the end of the week. They wanted me there Sometime in August. I felt like Hiroshima. And I prayed like Jeremiah. This was totally contrary to the goals and sketchy map I'd projected for the next two years. At one time I'd considered Faith Builders, but now I had a house, a good job, and projects, obligations, and goals coming out of my proverbial ears. God asked me if I'm willing to give up all that defines me and all that I pursue. I finally said "Yes".

So... a week later I had my dear little house packed. I'm almost ashamed to admit how attached I was to "my" things! It was honestly HARD to take things off the walls and put everything in ugly cardboard boxes and gray plastic tubs! Dad & Mom said I could store my things in their basement and live with them until I left.

Soo... That's what's been up wid me. I leave either this Saturday or Sunday. I am going to miss so many things... my sisters, teaching art classes at school and seing "my" kids, clubs with urban kids (or Wednesday Church, in kid lingo), my church, my hilarious and awesome coworkers, and my FRIENDS! Waaaaaahhh!! Oh, yeah.... and I am going to miss my diversity of music.  But... I am honestly excited about being a part of the community at FB! I feel a huge peace about this decision, and so many people have validated and supported me in going. It also helps tremendously that I know quite a few people there, some of them quite well.  

And now I'd better get back to sewing. Story of my life.  

I so often forget to lose myself in the sky and drink the liquid sunshine. I see so clearly the darkness that I forget there is light. I forget the beauty in the brokenness. I forget I can sing. Anyway.