Living on the Precipice, Pt. 3: Dear Jane

This quote is from the first Haboob Manifesto:

Sometimes God gives us the very best gift, wrapped in not-so-great wrappings, so we want to return it because we are so focused on the outside of it.

I had to remind myself of it. Just now, upon opening the mail.

I and my family stepped out on faith in 2007 to move from Southern New Jersey to Southern California. Despite the fact that I wanted to leave the cold and wet that I had lived in all my life, I was brought the opportunity to apply for a job at a faith-based institution. Yay-yuh! Not only did I apply, but I was given the opportunity to use skills I had used in years previous once again.

But, as Stephen King’s Gunslinger series mentions, “the world has moved on since then” and after getting more education I realized there were other things I was meant to do. I began some conversation with my supervisor about moving on as well, to something different. One day, the opportunity came and I moved on.

I worked through the original opportunity and was then blessed to receive a one-year, non-renewable contract. I work on various special projects. I apply for regular (renewable) positions as they come along and seem a fit.

I have a slew of “Dear Jane” letters.

I received another one today.

There is little that is more painful than getting a “Dear Jane” letter from the organization to which you are still connected.

I re-read the quote above:

Sometimes God gives us the very best gift, wrapped in not-so-great wrappings, so we want to return it because we are so focused on the outside of it.

After feeling rotten about my “Dear Jane” Christmas gift from my organization, I realized that those wrappings, while not-so-great, mean that God has something wonderful for me. And soon. I can toss these wrappings and hold out my empty hands and willing heart to receive what He has for me. I pray that it will be with the same organization, but I will obey His desires for me, follow the path He has for me.

What is your “Dear Jane?”

Can you look past its negative wrappings, look toward the path, and place your feet triumphantly upon it?

I am doing just that, one faltering, teary step at a time…

To all a good night…