Wondering about my Wanderings

Profoundly Blessed

Life could be better and yet I have no question I am profoundly blessed to read so many of the thoughtful impressions of writers who let go of the beauty of words that which at a moment of time had been dormant. I have just taken some time to feast on the thoughts of some aspiring writers and I would have to say I am no longer thirsty or hungry.

I begin the day with a lot of questions. I will lead a group of teenagers in a discovering for themselves what it means to grieve in a healthy way. I have been criticized in times past for being too vulnerable. How will I share with youth how to use their experiences wisely?

I await the answer to a call to minister. I have been told the church is interested in my potential to be a pastor. That is food for thought. What has God to teach me as I decide with a church what is in our best interest?

I continue to wonder what it means to be an effective caregiver. I used to think I knew how to be a good caregiver. Then I was put into a situation where a client was allergetic. I am left pondering what it means to offer health, rather than smells that make a person sick? It disconcerting to be sent home after getting brand new clothes. Needless to say, I have a lot to learn.

Yet in all of this I am profoundly blessed. I am a survivor of a lot of deaths. God has me here for a reason and I intend before I leave this place to discover what or with who it will take place.