Oh, what a difference a week makes.

Ok, so I’m not desperately undone, but sort of. Here’s the hustle and bustle part:

I’m almost done with the Seminary coursework (papers and group projects currently underway), but it’s crunch time; QVC’s nice and busy, and I like it that way, but the late night hours are tough for sure; the church activities are bustling (concerts, Brunch, Free Fridays), still, that’s life and it’s good.

But on top of those things, my heart is so heavy.

My mom died a year ago at this time (and my father two days later, but that’s a story for another time). I had no idea how it would effect me so emotionally a year later. The chill in the air, my mom’s birthday approaching, Christmas…

I just miss her.

Further emotional strain: what do you do when you’re in a church that doesn’t affirm your calling? I’m quite certain I’ve read God right; I’m a communicator and I can’t think of anything else I’d rather communicate than “God loves you; God’s got a great kingdom that’s really close by and He wants you to be a part of it.” But, as a woman, I totally don’t feel supported right now by our church leadership; it’s a strain every day for me. The sad thing is, for the most part, I don’t even think the men in leadership even have a clue; the relational element (again, for the most part) is so grossly missing.

My dear neighbor, Janet said, “Yes, we have to handle these men with kid gloves.” (Her 82 years of experience is calming for me.) Kid gloves? Right. Right now I feel like I’m wanting to put on boxing gloves. Ugh.

So I feel it all, have good cries and remember:

Let us not become weary in doing good, for at the proper time we will reap a harvest if we do not give up. Galatians 6:9.

Any words blog friends?

I’m real because God is so real. ~ Nancy