I have been in a state of transition in my life over the last 3 months. I have been struggling to figure out what is “next.” If you are human, you have been there, and who knows you might be there now.
I have been in between careers. (unemployed) I know with a greater authority than ever before what it is that I want to be involved in and doing. I really want to be more closely involved with ministry. I have been involved in the music industry for a long time. I have realized what I really like about it is the people. With all the changes that are happening in the music business, I am less and less interested in the business and more and more concerned with the people.
I have been in a battle to find some kind of job. (Now, I am “that guy” to my friends, and I didn’t exhaust every one of my options. I know that I could have probably landed a waiting tables gig, or kinkos, or some other minimum wage job.) I could not find something that fit into what I really wanted to do, or a job that would supplement me sufficiently to do what I really want to do on the side.
Through the vehicle of Facebook, I came back into conversation and friendships with many friends from my past. I think that social networking has the potential to be a very dangerous place, and I will be the first to admit that I spend too much time there, but, it is NOT inherently evil.
I started into a conversation with one of my friends about job opportunities. I ended up applying, interviewing and being offered a position that I am very excited about. I am going to be the Summer Staff Ministry Leader at Sandy Cove Conference Center. Here is the catch, Sandy Cove is in North East, MD (that is the name of the town and not just a direction)
Some of you who have known me for a very long time, know that Sandy Cove is a big part of my life growing up. Sandy Hill, the camp that Sandy Cove used to own was where I went to camp as a kid and where I came to know Christ, so it holds one of the most dear spots in my heart.
When I was 16 years old, I started working at Sandy Cove. I have described in the past to people that Sandy Cove is like Dirty Dancing without the dirty dancing. It is a family retreat center where the staff lives on the grounds of the conference center. It is one of the most beautiful places on earth and it sits at the northernmost waters of the Chesapeake Bay. I worked there for 8 summers and 1 full year. My friends that I made there are some of my closest life friends.
In my situation, I don’t know when I would ever have the opportunity to take a seasonal position like this again in my life. I am looking at this like a sabbatical. I need to go away and prepare my heart for the ministry I want to accomplish here in Nashville.
Very important that you hear this: I AM NOT PLANNING ON MOVING! God would have to make it abundantly clear to me that it was His plan for that to happen. I am keeping my apartment and fully plan on returning to Nashville soon after Labor Day.
The latest news to this is that finding a temporary job for one month until I was supposed to move up to Maryland has proved to be equally tough. I have been trying to stay very trusting that God would provide for me. Yesterday He did. It just shocked me how He did it. My friend from Sandy Cove called and he has an immediate need and offered me work as soon as I could get there.
With that being said, I will be leaving Nashville next week. Either Friday or Saturday April 18th or 19th I will load up my car and drive 750 miles north east to North East, MD.
I wasn’t really mentally prepared for this to happen so suddenly, but I am not in a position to question it.
There is an illustration I have heard several times about a guy whose house gets flooded and he is standing on his roof and prays for God to provide him a way out. As he is praying there is a boat that comes by and beckons him to get in. The guy tells him to move along that he is praying and God is going to save him. Then a helicopter hovers over and tries to rescue him, and he again chases them off declaring that God is going to save him. The floodwaters rise and engulf the man, and he gets to heaven and is quite upset that God didn’t save him. He questions God saying, “Why didn’t you answer my prayers?” and God says “I sent a boat, and a helicopter, what more do you want from me?”
I identify with this story. I have been praying diligently for the opportunity to work and yesterday I found out that one of my last-resort job offers here in Nashville fell through. I got off the phone very frustrated with God. “Why won’t you answer my prayers?” Within hours my phone rings with the offer of work, but not in the pretty little package I expected it to come in. I am getting in the boat.
Despite being in the middle of the woods on the Chesapeake Bay, I am assuming I will still have the ability to contact the outside world, and hopefully maintain my blogs.
I would covet your prayers that all of the details of making this quick move work out well… specifically that my car makes the trip, and that the financial burdens that I am in will be relieved.
I thank God for being bigger than my problems… always.