“We’re not in Kansas anymore, Toto” rang through my head last night as I crawled into bed. I tossed and turned for quite a while until I realized what was bothering me.
I’m just a little bit scared.
I received the packet in the mail yesterday for orientation at the new school I will be working at as a part-time counselor (another story I have yet to write). Now, I’ve worked in four school systems in the last five years, so why should this be a big deal?
Like so many uncertain things, it’s new, its’ different, it’s much bigger than the corporations I’ve worked for before, but it’s also where God has called me, and the specific answer to a specific prayer He has provided for our family.
Why should I fret?
Because, I’m human. Four years ago I felt the same way. I had just left the classroom as a History teacher, a job I dearly loved, because God was calling me to another path for another season of life. So, I began a 60 hour Masters of Arts in Clinical Mental Health Counseling full-time at age 40. No anxiety there.
What’s your Kansas?
Where is God taking you
that is scary, overwhelming,
new, and frightening?
My quiet time this morning brought me to Psalm 46, and it brought me a rest of spirit. Perhaps it will for you, too.
God is our refugeand strength,
an ever-present help in trouble.
Therefore we will not fear,though the earth give way