I love the weekends, absolutely love them!! Last night we had a game night / canning peaches night with some friends and family. In the middle of peach mayhem in the kitchen, Mrs M came by with a birthday gift and joined in the fun for a bit. And then my dad showed up to return my camera and also visited for a bit. Somewhere right in that moment– with sticky peachiness covering every surface in the kitchen, dogs underfoot, friends and family in the kitchen– it occurred to me (again) just how blessed I am.
Lately I think a lot about what I want to be doing with my life– especially job-wise. Where am I supposed to be? What am I supposed to be doing? Should I start job hunting out of state? I’ve never really wanted to leave before, but having a fulfilling job sounds better and better… and I do have family and friends scattered throughout the country. Maybe I should be looking more seriously at job hunting near them. And at the same time, some of my new responsibilties in my current job are good, giving me plenty to think about and keeping me ridiculously busy, maybe I am where I’m supposed to be. I just don’t know… things feel generally unsettled lately. I know God has a plan, I just wish He’d tell me what it is sometimes.
But a Friday night at home, in the kitchen, canning fruit, and spending time with a bunch of people that I love, that feels really right, no matter what else is going on in my life.
(And Spasto dog leaves in only two more days…)