I’ve been flying below the radar for the last few months. After a month of looking for a job and coming up empty, I fell into a couple of contract positions. I have the freedom to work from home and when I want. But I also live with the fear that at any moment these contracts could end and I would be back at square one.
I’m also preparing for a trip to Cambodia in July. We’ll be working with an organization we have worked with in the past, but the founder passed away suddenly this Spring, so I don’t know what to expect.
I’m scheduled to graduate from seminary in December. I don’t know what I’m supposed to do when I graduate. There are just so many unknowns.
In the last two months, I have gotten serious about exercise and my eating habits. I’m even running now. I’ll go into a little more depth on that topic in another post.
In the midst of all this change, I came across some old emails I sent in 2000 & 2001. I would write these long-winded emails about what was going on in my life and then email all my friends. Basically I was blogging without knowing it. I was reading through these and I decided I would post them. It’s interesting to see how things have changed in my life and at the same time how much things have stayed the same. Also, apparently, I don’t like clichés.
I’ve linked each of them with a brief summary.
July 18, 2000 - I was writing about all the things I was seeing while studying in Spain and thinking about God’s timing.
November 1, 2000 - A timely post because I was trying to figure out what I was going to do when I graduated. Also I was pondering friendships and I find many of my friendships in the same state today.
February 15, 2001 - By this point, I had graduated and was still as unsure about my future and trying to not worry about tomorrow.
June 4, 2001 - I still didn’t know what I was supposed to do, but I could see how God had been moving in my life opening up different doors to minister. I also looked at the blessings the Lord had showered on me.
August 15, 2001 - Just two months later, but this post is laced with frustration. Ironically, eight years later I still haven’t figured out this whole “dating” thing.