Who I am

I have been looking for a new job since May. That is 6 1/2 months! (But, hey, who's counting?!) There are many reasons why; normal ones, annoying ones, but The main reason is that I feel like a big girl needs a big girl job.

I am 24, and still a waitress. Yes, I graduated from college. Yes, I am skilled at many other things but, I am your loser waitress who is stressing her head off trying to make you happy with the greasy food.

Then...lately, I've begun to think deeper about it all. I've been applying to (more recently) four or five different positions a week and, in 6 months two people have called me back. Maybe, God doesn't want me to have a different job right now. Maybe He's trying to teach me something through all of this.

I have been defining myself by the part time job I hold; "I'm just a waitress." "No, that's not what I went to school for but- 'it is what it is'!"

How could I have been selling myself short for so long? I am not "just" a waitress. I just waitress to pay the bills! What I am doing- what I love doing- what I went to school for- is serving as much as I can in my church.

I will teach anything they need me to teach.
I will plan and operate teen activities.
I will edit the newsletter.
I will write and direct the Christmas play.
I will do that and more because it is what my Savior has called me to do.

So, from now on, ask me what I do.
"I am a servant of Christ. And, I love (almost) every minute of it!"

Love to all!
Lizzi

Sariya

I have several duties to perform at church between teen leader, choir member, nursery worker, cantata director, but there is none that I enjoy so much or esteem as highly as Sariya's "mom."
I arrive at church, be friendly, smile, greet, shake hands, make all non-nursery children leave the nursery then- the bus arrives. The bus goes into Paulsboro, full of children active, crazy, loud, and not so ready to sit still in church. Amidst all of the noise and the runing and frantic bus workers there is a little girl named Sariya.
Ten years old, head full of braids and beads and for some reason she has chosen me. She needs at least two hugs and a kiss on the head before she will pry her arms off me and go to Sunday school. Sariya doesn't leave until she's certain I will be upstairs to sit with her until Junior church begins.
Why am I so important in her life? Why does she call me of all people, "mom"? I don't even know her last name! I've never been to her house. But she needs to hug me and she needs to talk to me every Sunday and every Wednesday.
Maybe God is reminding me that this world is alot bigger than my personal bubble? Am I just peeping in the mail slot of the door to a beautiful child and a life that needs touching?
How many times to we get the glimpse in someone's "mail slot" but leave it at that and never truly affect the life begging for our godly influence?
How often do we let our personal bubbles be more like concrete walls? Are we letting them know we care?