Friday, October 30, 2015

One Year


 

 It feels like yesterday that we left our home of 25 years in Virginia and arrived in Franklin, TN. Just like that, new city, new home, new neighbors. No church family or friends, no job for me, and no ministry to serve in. We had our furniture in our home, but things didn’t fit quite right yet. When I left my house, I was totally dependent on Google maps to get me anywhere, and I got lost. Often. I recall thinking I would never learn my way around. I remember walking the aisles of the grocery store like it was another country, striking up a brief conversation with the checkout clerk just so I could talk to someone. Human connection was suddenly stripped away, and I was lonely, isolated and missing my friends from Virginia in the worst way. In one fell swoop, we became visitors and guests. Facebook and text messaging became lifelines for me as I desperately tried to stay connected to friends and family back “home.” Sure, it was beautiful here in Tennessee; fall colors, rolling hills, and the quaint town square of Franklin were a symphony for my senses. But in every way, it felt like a desert in my heart, even though I knew (beyond any doubt) we were exactly where we were supposed to be.

So much waiting. So many days spent in yoga pants – I mean, why not? I had no job, and I had nowhere I needed to be. No coffee dates with friends. No lunches with coworkers. No fun events with church family. I read my Bible, and I prayed. A lot. I journaled my laments, and I blogged my thoughts. If you can imagine being the only one riding on a carousel in a theme park, in slow motion, while everyone around you is smiling and having the best day, that is what I felt like…an outsider longing to be off the carousel and part of the crowd.
 
I’m an encourager and a people person, and I had nowhere to pour myself out. Slowly, however, incredibly and painfully slowly, things began to change. We visited different churches looking for the “aha” moment. Then, while my son (who lives in California) was visiting us over the holidays, we connected with one of his friends who lives here (that’s a very long God story!), and we landed at her family’s church – the AHA came, in a big way. It was such an AHA that we felt as if we had travelled back in time to see God’s hand in our story in ways we never knew, all on that first Sunday at The Gate. We knew we had found a church family; now the task of getting to know our new brothers and sisters was upon us! Finally, I could check something off my list of laments.

My search for a job was no less painful. I realized how blessed I had been for the past 15 years – some of that time spent at home with my kids and a lot of it spent on staff at my church, where the job found me. The hard truth of how much work it takes to find a job was hitting me in the face, and I didn’t like it one bit. I was beginning to slip into a funk of doubt – doubt about my skills, doubt about my worth, doubt that I would find a job at all. Applications were received, only to get a “thanks but no thanks” email. Phone and in-person interviews resulted in more rejection. Out of desperation, I went to a staffing company, where I found LIGHT. Not only did they find me a great temp assignment almost immediately, they affirmed me in every way. That first 2-month job continued to build my confidence, and I finally landed in my current full time job through the staffing company. It was a job I would have never looked for on my own, but it is exactly what I needed. Another AHA and lament checked off.

The final lament was my longing to connect in ministry. I’ve always been part of worship, and I had worked with teens and youth, but I was sensing God doing something new…but what? I resolved to be patient and wait for His timing. As I began connecting to new friends in our new church family, clarity of ministry entered my heart and mind, like slowly bringing a camera lens into focus. God opened the door to be part of worship again, and my heart leapt for joy. Then a surprising door opened to partner with the Children’s Director. So much excitement coupled with a complete lack of understanding and comfort – I had not worked with children in a very long time, and children’s ministry is vastly different from youth ministry. But I knew that I knew it’s where I’m supposed to be. A couple weeks ago, I taught the K-2nd grade class. Lots of boys and energy! By the end of that Sunday, they had won my heart. My final AHA and lament checked off.

Today, as I’m reflecting and realizing we have lived here in Franklin for exactly 1 year and 2 weeks, I am humbled by all that has occurred in such a brief time. I am more aware than ever that God truly has a plan for me, and that plan is GOOD. The flame of my love for God and His people has been fanned, and I am ready for another year full of His presence, goodness and purpose.