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So, what's next? Nothing.


This is what I do.  Look for things to do.  Or not look for things to do.   Even if I'm not looking, it finds me.

July 31st was the last day of my contract for a position I've held for 12 years.  I loved my job!  It is just time for something new...or for something old... or, nothing.

My very big problem is I immediately take on new things, spread myself out and let decisions for my life be made for me. I cannot do this anymore.

So my commitment to myself is to NOT TAKE A POSITION of any kind for one month.


The pressure will be great as we will need the money.  People are already asking what I'm doing next.  My husband is worried.   I am unsure if I'm courageous enough to say no and to stay still.

I truly believe God told me to resign and I fully believe He has a job for me to do for now.

What?
Be available to my boys and enjoy their moments fully!
Focus on relationships.
Finish up a plethora of projects at home, church and community.
Make my house a home again.
Serve as my husband's helper!
Pray intentionally for my husband, boys and church.
Visit the older people from our church more.
Meet and pray with others.
Do a ladies Bible study.
Focus on the Christian Education in my church and pour in to the lives of children.
Write.
Write a grant and seek funding for a piece of land for a housing project.
Garden, cook, can and preserve our food again. 
Finish school.

Hmmmmm.....I might need more then a month!!!! 


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