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One man's journey to find the way home |
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I am an American Baptist ordained minister. I began my life journey in Massachusetts, where I was called to help people understand what it meant to know a loving God. The call came during a time when I was wrestling with how to help my brother Kurt, who was diagnosed with Schizophrenia during my high school years. I was a new Christian by my senior year following trying to understand what it meant for me to care about a person like my brother who others tended to stay away from.
After twenty three years in Massachusetts, God sent me to the land of Kansas City where I spent about 35 years of my life. I was a pastor, a resident chaplain, a supervisor in training and most recently a caregiver and security. Everything I have done vocationally has been with God in mind. That does not mean that I am totally comfortable with all the movings of the Spirit.
I am now in Erie where I do not know very many people. I came here because of my wife. She is from Erie and coming here was the right thing to do. It just plain made sense. My kids had grown up. I did not like Kansas city in terms of climate and was looking forward to a change. I had become very frustrated vocationally and longed to come to Erie to get a second opinion, because I honestly believed that was what God had wanted for me. I left behind kids and grandkids who I loved!!!! I had two jobs that I enjoyed. They were both very appreciative of my skills and I was making more money with the two jobs than I ever had. I heard more than once. ARE YOU CRAZY?
Well I can only say that I am in love with God's leading. I am starting all over again. It has not been easy. Maybe some of you can offer me some words of support. I am lonely despite the fact my wife is with me. She battles depression and has two siblings that are having similar battles. When it is all said I am in a depressed community with a depressed wife and her family. So I begin the conversation....
WELCOME!!
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I wonder if it is only an illusion. It is a difficult place to want to get to. I get to work and my manager is hurt and bleeding because she is the last instead of first to hear of retirement. It is unsettling to look at schedule and see my name plastered on days I wanted off for vacation and during a time I wanted sacred for retirement. It as if no one cares. It would be better to quit and start over. I may just have to do this.
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Ups and downs are the name of the game. Twenty two days, who would of thought. I am on the edge of being tired. It is the twenty seventh of July. Who knows how many days I have off. I am sure I got docked on day. I know I can screw up. I got a no call no show. Roxanna was no picnic, a behavior house. I need to keep my head up walking on water trying not to get swallowed up by the waves |
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Survival mode beckons. 19.4 days allocated for holiday, sick and vacation. There are no more than 26 days till my retirement smacks me in the butt. I hope I can hang in there. There are about 12 days to a much needed vacation. God give me strength. |
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The money continues to roll in as retirement becomes imminent. I pray I am ready. It is kind of like getting ready for the second coming of what? |
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30 days still seems an eternity with 19.4 designated days off and another 17 weekend days. It will stretch me. I can only grit my teeth and bare it. That is 3000 dollars on the table I make or don't make along with the consequences of leaving which will be difficult. If I don't have a relationship with God now I will by the time this is over springboarding into eternity.
It is all about forcing the narrative to lead me in some direction. Will I go or let all the other forced with agendas take me on a path to more hurt and destruction. It is in God's hand. My next story will definitely be about narrative. |
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I have thrown out lines in a place that seems has a b and invitation to connection in the soup of a place called mystery. And yet if I don't fish in a time of Covid. Give me strength the battle is not over till I am with Jesus in heaven with others who have fished and found the way |
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Exhausted, not getting any younger no matter how I look at it. 35 days seems like eternity right now |
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Feeling a lot of stress. I hope to get thru another day. Life is not getting any easier. |
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I am closer. I am looking at less than 40 days. Who would of thought I would get that close. And yes so tired. I can use reason to put myself within 10 days. God be with me I feel tired. The trauma weighs me down. I am definitely not going about this the easy way. I am already way beyond what I would have made in a year I took it easy. |
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I got a day off, so I can now look for glasses and get license info. figured out and rest. Maybe look at possibilities to get me to the airport. |
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