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Setbacks, Disappointments, and New Opportunities

Yesterday I received a phone call I had been waiting anxiously for. It was about a job I had put in for - and I didn’t get it. The person delivering the news was kind, and even encouraged me to apply for another position that, in her opinion, was a better fit for me. It is a different kind of job, would require a decent commute, and I’m not sure I have it in me to enter another process right now. 

This morning I got myself showered and dressed and put on my clericals. Even though I was home all day I wanted to shoot a video and hence the outfit. Somehow just dressing up had me feeling less dejected - like I still could do something I was proud of. I remember years ago when my dad was looking for work. Each day he put on a shirt and tie before filling out job applications. 

After the video I scheduled some more content, opened up my notebook, and started working on my plan. The ideas began to flow, time seemed to flow by, and before I knew it I had a pretty great outline for a half day workshop in Christian Storytelling. Now to find someone who will let me try it out. I imagine I can find a few friends who would be happy to have a free workshop in their parish. 

The feedback I got yesterday when I didn’t get the job was that I was better suited to a single parish. I disagree. I feel called to make an impact on a lot of parishes. I thought this particular job would be the vehicle to so so, but it is not the only one. Right now I’m thinking if the established vehicles aren’t going to get me where I need to go, then I’m going to make my own. As the Holy Spirit nudged me I felt my confidence building. Today I was reminded that a job is just a vehicle. Jobs have certain advantages, like immediate income, but disadvantages too, like someone else is pulling the strings. As for me, I’m going to keep on, because it’s the destination that matters more than the vehicle.  

If you'd like to join me on this journey, be sure to like and follow my Facebook Page.  If I can get 25 followers, I can get a custom URL.  Woohoo!  Also, if you'd like to have me in for a free half day storytelling workshop, send me a DM on Facebook.

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RJ Johnson said…
If you wanted to put on a seminar on Christian Story Telling here, I would be glad to have you. Unfortunately it is a bit of a haul to get here.
January 18, 2024 at 10:18 AM
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