The arrival of Peanut draws ever closer. Bags have been packed, friends and family have been notified, pre-admission to the hospital (the same one I work at, which makes checking in a tad surreal) has been dealt with. Her room has been set up, and rather nicely, I think.
And when she arrives, she’s going to arrive into a home of love, with a mother who’s seriously considering changing her career because she feels that’s the way God is trying to move her.
Specifically, I’m wanting to go into more of a hands-on service field, working directly to fight homelessness, poverty, hunger, abuse, whatever ills God points me at. This past year has been a tad rough, but I know that my family and I are crazy blessed compared to most of the world. We’ve got a home, plenty of food, money in the bank, loving parents, and we live in a country where we’re not likely to get shot for our beliefs (I say likely because America is full of troubling people). We don’t have the nicest things available, and our cars wouldn’t impress anyone, but who cares? I don’t! We don’t need them. We have everything we need, and it’s long past time that we started giving back and helping others.
If anyone out there has any suggestions on volunteer work, or better still a job (so that I can both devote myself to it full time and continue to provide for my family), please let me know!
1 Corinthians 4:7 (New International Version)
7For who makes you different from anyone else? What do you have that you did not receive? And if you did receive it, why do you boast as though you did not?