A work in progress...

I’ve always worked...

During my earlier years, we all had chores... and as I got older, it seems the cooking tasks naturally fell to me, the only girl in the family, when my mum was unavailable. In my teen years, I worked in a retail store for several years; during college years, I baked muffins and sold them to the cafeteria on campus. Then came the career in Occupational Therapy, and I’ve worked that job for over 25 years... and then came COVID-19.

I struggled with unemployment- just the idea of not working after all these years; not contributing to the family finances; and the inevitable “what-next” quandary. For a while, I researched options that allowed me to work from home, but nothing came to fruition. It was like every attempt I made for gainful employment met with a roadblock.

In my frustration, I asked God to reveal His plan for me... and surprisingly, the initial part of His plan for me was rest. No, not the lazing around, sleeping late, staying in my pajamas all day kind of rest... the spending time in His presence in Scripture, in morning Mass, in Adoration kind of resting in Him; the vital kind of resting that draws deep from the well of His goodness; that restores hope and renews strength for the next leg of the journey...

The kind of resting that prepares you for a season of trusting Him, trusting His plan for your life in spite of everything going on around you; the kind that requires you to be still and humbly walk in the way He sets out before you...

And in all of it, I hear Him gently ask, “My child, do you trust Me; do you surrender to My will? And in humility, I confess that I want to, but it’s hard... and I hold out my hands, and say that even in this trusting, I need God’s help.

I am confident of this, that the one who began a good work in you will continue to complete it until the day of Christ Jesus. (Phil 1:6)