I have a college degree and no job. I want one. I even get online to search for them, but I seldom walk away feeling hopeful about my experience qualifying me to do anything I find. It's like all San Antonio jobs come with a Bilingual prerequisite, especially in the human services field. Besides, most nonprofits are looking for volunteers, not employees. So things are slow in the employment spectrum. Anyway, today was one of those "look for jobs/feel like my education was worthless" days. Again I find myself thinking,"What am I doing here!"
But then I get a phone call from my grandma who needs someone to come over and help with a some what trivial task. We end up going to lunch and I get to hear about her childhood Christmas memories and friendships she still treasures. Having her in the same city as me is an opportunity I've never had before this season of my life. In Mission Year we were encouraged to find time to "waste" with people, love them through presence. It's been a blessing to not only love my grandma by helping her find her glasses and go grocery shopping, but to have her give me her life wisdom and perspective, as well.
I think the time afforded me here in San Antonio is more important than what I allow myself to realize.
Wednesday, November 18
Thursday, November 12
There has to be a First
Well, I started this blog because I thought I had things I wanted to write about or reflect on. Unfortunately, now that I have started this page, I haven't had anything in particular to write about. I think I just need to get in the habit of using it.
In Mission Year (www.missionyear.org) I had a blog, but I didn't write in it much because I knew anyone interested in the organization past or present could check out my blog. I felt this pressure to write really profound reflections on my year, and often didn't feel up to the task. So here's my second, more honest, attempt at blogging.
The one of the hardest things about starting a blog, I believe, is creating a name. It represents the essence of what the blog is about right? Do I make it deep and meaningful or practical and straight forward? After realizing I had spent too much time trying to think of a name for this I just decided on something. I love Mother Theresa. Her books are probably on my top favorites list. One of my favorite quotes of hers is "I am a little pencil in the hand of a writing God who is sending a love letter to the world." So the name "Creative Writing" expresses how the Lord is using my life as a letter to others that he LOVES them. I'm not a creative writer... I'm just me. But God is a creative and, in a sense, at this point in my life, it's like I'm just free writing. I'm not sure what the next chapter is going to read like.
We'll see if the name sticks. Thanks for the visit.
In Mission Year (www.missionyear.org) I had a blog, but I didn't write in it much because I knew anyone interested in the organization past or present could check out my blog. I felt this pressure to write really profound reflections on my year, and often didn't feel up to the task. So here's my second, more honest, attempt at blogging.
The one of the hardest things about starting a blog, I believe, is creating a name. It represents the essence of what the blog is about right? Do I make it deep and meaningful or practical and straight forward? After realizing I had spent too much time trying to think of a name for this I just decided on something. I love Mother Theresa. Her books are probably on my top favorites list. One of my favorite quotes of hers is "I am a little pencil in the hand of a writing God who is sending a love letter to the world." So the name "Creative Writing" expresses how the Lord is using my life as a letter to others that he LOVES them. I'm not a creative writer... I'm just me. But God is a creative and, in a sense, at this point in my life, it's like I'm just free writing. I'm not sure what the next chapter is going to read like.
We'll see if the name sticks. Thanks for the visit.
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