Author: alwaysbridging

Since retiring, I have struggled with the perennial question, “What now?” Don’t get me wrong, I love reporting to God. I just like the definition of a job.

Last week I became an ESP—Essential Support Person—the title used for those who can come inside at Mom’s. This apparently is an official government phrase according to a lawyer in my small “Radix” group. She helped conjure up the terminology. How’s that for the magic of connection?

After months of brief visits outdoors, it was blissful to be together inside and warm.

The job fits. I’ll take it.    

……that’s enough for today.

Period.

The thing about Lent is sin surfaces. Back when 70-and-above was the age to get vaccinated, I was only 65 and desperate to get poked. Privileged me tried to finagle the definition of “multi-generational household” in my mind until a friend straightened me out. Oh, the embarrassment, then remorse. Me, who speaks of justice. Today we get our second jabs. I know every shot in every arm benefits everybody. I hope and pray the stats shift showing the most vulnerable are getting protection too.    

I know it’s cheesy, the rhymes and all.

She does beckon me every morning.

The thoughts do count.

For this I am grateful.      

Sitting here percolating…..discerning my answers to ministry asks. Also to travel possibility, perhaps jumping half an ocean. Sometimes the answer is a resounding Yes and I can hardly stop my enthusiastic self from screaming the response (same thing for an obvious No). Usually there is some waiting and hoping involved when I am curious or eager or reticent, acknowledging need for patience and more prayer.  Clarity herself will come.