I'm moving out of my house this week. I've had a couple of sad moments, followed by reminders that I'm not really moving out, just displacing myself for a couple of years. A friend came by and helped move on Saturday. I was a mix of overjoyed to have the help (I thought I could do it by myself, but truly there was no possible way) and kind of upset, to be honest, that this person (me) who has 1500 facebook friends and who knows hundreds of people in Charlotte couldn't find more than one person to help. If I had known someone only had one person helping a friend move, I hope I would've shown up. But maybe I would've been the one complaining that it was too early/too hot/I hate moving/fill in the blank excuse here. But as Kelli and I were lugging heavy furniture out, it would've been very nice to have manly strength helping. Still, I logged it into my Livestrong journal as 3 hours of weightlifting. What? Is that wrong??
Now that my furniture is gone, I'm sleeping in a sleeping bag on the floor. My couch is still here, so I was tempted to sleep on that, but opted that a sleeping bag is a much better option. Molly had a hard time getting used to it, though. She would crawl underneath the entire sleeping bag and then realize my feet weren't there and get very confused. She's so used to sleeping with me, but I think she's going to be crated at night while we're staying with friends for the next month. I don't want to risk accidents, and then she'll have a definitive "it's bedtime" order. Oh, yeah, in case it wasn't clear, Molly's my dog.
We got our tuition bills a couple of weeks ago. $9800. For one semester. Of that, about $4000 is paid. I'm trying not to complain about my scholarships, really I appreciate that at least $4000 is paid, but if I really stop to think about it, putting that other $5800 (per semester) hurts a bit. And that doesn't include books. This is where I plug that if you happen to be reading this, I would not turn down a Cokesbury gift card or two. Just saying.
I had an interview on Friday. This has been my third interview. I decided this time around (for all three) that I was going to be completely, 100% truthful and me. None of this dodging questions because it's an interview or giving the "right" answer. After 12 years of being in the working world, the one thing I've figured out is that if you answer the way you know they want you to answer, you'll just end up in a miserable situation. So, when the question came up of "where do you see yourself in 5 years" I answered truthfully. Only God knows. For the first time in my life, I'm letting go (and letting God. Sorry, too cheesy, I know).
The ordination/candidacy process has been interesting. Don't get me wrong, I completely appreciate that the UMC runs people through the ringer to be ordained. But unless you love the UMC... and I mean really love the UMC... you're going to give up after about step 3. It's this corporate process where everyone answers the same questions and goes through the same steps and then at the end of the day if you jump through all the hoops just right, you're ordained. Poof. But if you really have the heart of a servant, you just want to serve. You just want your love of Jesus to shine through so brightly that there's no denying it. You don't want to wait 6 years and write 15 papers and take 15 written tests. You just want to serve.
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