One of my favorite shows in the ‘90’s was “L.A. Law.” The show definitely was a sign of the times - everything was big and opulent: the clothes, the hair, the jewelry, the chase of the money.
At the time I was working in our nation’s capital, commuting each day with my leather briefcase on one shoulder and my pager clipped to my designer handbag. Yes, pager. Having a pager was a status symbol, one that indicated you held a position of authority and you were important enough to be interrupted at all hours of the night to handle even the tiniest emergency.
There wasn’t much room for doing anything outside of work. The 90’s was the decade of “All About Me.”
Fast forward to 2007 when I found myself crying while reading the Book of Matthew in my walk-in closet, really the largest and most private space in my apartment at the time where my children knew not to interrupt me. The years of chasing the All-American Dream at any expense had worn me down. There had been a shift in my soul where what used to be important wasn’t any longer.
I had let my wants and needs dictate my life, rather than being obedient to God’s plans.
And I was terribly unhappy.
So, after much research and even more prayer, I left the DC area in 2008 and moved to the Midwest, where life was slower and simpler.
Boy, I needed that change.
Our lifestyle certainly changed. I began to homeschool while working my virtual assistant business at home, things I couldn’t have dreamed of doing before. Life finally seem centered.
So, it was a surprise to me in 2015 when I felt that stirring again. The stirring of discontent. Why couldn’t I just be happy? What was wrong with me? My business was doing well, I worked with incredible clients. Good grief, was I asking too much?
The fact is my life had indeed changed. It had changed because my relationship with Christ had changed.
No longer did I sneak moments of prayer and consider it checked off. I didn’t just show up to church on Sundays and tick the box. I wasn’t living my life the old way Monday through Saturday to slide into a pew on Sunday to think that my appearance was enough to make things all right.
I had made a commitment to be all in. And when you make a commitment to living in God’s image, your life will change.
I started working at the church in 2015 part-time while I did client work during non-work hours. But it soon became clear my heart was shifting to doing God’s work full-time. And it was time to listen to Him and make the change.
Joshua 1:9 says, Have I not commanded you? Be strong and courageous. Do not be afraid; do not be discouraged, for the Lord your God will be with you wherever you go.
God’s people had wandered the desert for 40 years (whoa, that’s a long time!) and during that time their leader, Moses, had died. Joshua was Moses’ assistant and it was time for Joshua to step up and lead the people to the Promised Land. Joshua could have said, “Gee, God, I don’t know if I can do this. I don’t know if I’m enough to be a leader. Are you sure you want ME to do this?”
But God wasn’t having that. He had a plan for His people. He just needed Joshua to be obedient and do the darn thing.
That’s where I was. I needed to finally be obedient in my life.
And what God was telling me was to dedicate my life to doing God’s work through service and sharing through blogging.
And guess what? I’m not afraid. He is with us through every twist and turn of our lives. Sometimes those changes make zero sense to us but to God, they are all part of His plan.
He’s put it on my heart to share about working from home (well, I did do it for almost 10 years and I learned a lot), sharing leads with my mailing list so they can work from home, if they so choose. To share about my weight loss journey, how to balance work and life in general, especially how to use your gifts to serve your community.
His plan is my plan. And now it’s time to share it with the world.