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I don't know.....



I am often amazed at the stuff I don't know; you could fill football stadiums with what I don't know. I don't know a damn thing about fly fishing, for instance, other than it involves fish. I still can't figure out how to score tennis. I know what Dear Husband's job title is, and sorta what he does, but I don't really know what his job entails. Physics remains something of a mystery to me.

And now I am making a radical, life-changing decision. I'm leaving a job I have loved nearly every moment I was there: I loved the kids and the staff, the stupid sophomore boys, the traditions and the creaky old building (except in the winter, with the wind coming off Lake Michigan....) I loved my classroom and the texts. I loved the laughter - sometimes with the kids and sometimes at them.

However, I knew it was time for a change, and an opportunity presented itself. I've prayed and talked. Asked for advice. Looked at it from every angle. Prayed some more. It really wasn't the decision I WANTED to make, but I know it was the right one. People who know me better than I know myself know this is right.

What I don't know is what it will bring to me. I don't know what people I'll meet, or what I can do to serve them. At this point, I might as well be fly-fishing. It is a radical leap of faith, and I don't know where it will take me: off a cliff or into a wonderful new place of faith, hope and love. But one thing I DO know: Christ has something to teach me in this new place, and I will learn.

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  1. Luke Chapter 5:1-11

    The Lord presented Himself to me in this text while in prayer. I don't know what that means for me right now and everything I am struggling with, but in my dark moment of faith it brought me consolation.

    Sorry I missed you today at the Fish House :)

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