Speaking Of Calls
As always, the streets are dark and vacant as I make my way home from work this morning.
It is Sunday, the Lords day and I find myself thinking well maybe I can at least make it to Sunday School. My heart says yes, my body says no. The embarrassment of falling asleep at church is, as always, enough to convince me to not try it. Congregations are not kind to preacher's wives who fall asleep at church.
We had an unusually easy night on the detox unit last night. Small group, easy going and serious about getting well. A pleasure to take care of.
Much unlike last weeks group. What can I say about last weeks group? Without a doubt demon possessed. Twelve solid hours of doing hand to hand combat with the enemy. Night after night. Kind of sucks the life right out of you. Took me a full two days to recuperate. If it were not for Jesus I could not do this.
There are days I long to be normal. Work normal hours, and work with normal people. It would be nice to be able to play the piano like normal preacher's wives, teach, organize, bake cookies. I possess none of these gifts.
There are callings, and then there are callings.
I've quit my job a million times.
But only in my head.
Not once in my heart.