It's 11:15pm. I just got home a 1/2 hr ago. I left home at 10:45am. 12 hour day anyone?
Everyday I hear high school and college youth complain about how long they have worked. "Oh man, I had to work 10-5 yesterday", "Man, I put in 8 hours today", "dude, it was such a long workday, I worked 5 hours". Can I just say, I have no compassion. I really don't. 10, 11, 12 hour days are normal in my world. Not to mention, I feel fortunate to even have a job right now...and the way the church is going financially, that might not last for long. Tonight I sat at a table with 4 young adults. 3 of those young adults have graduated from 4-year universities. 1 has multiple degrees and all 3 are having trouble finding jobs. The 3 of them each have temporary/seasonal jobs that pay pretty crummy. They are grateful for employment. The other one has a pretty full-time job that has been steady for years. I know he works hard but sometimes when he complains about working, I just want to bop him upside the head and say "snap out it!" (with the whole accent thing that Cher had in that movie). I'm grateful for my job.
That said, I wrote a bio today for a new blog ring that I'm a part of. As I was talking about my job, I realized that the passion that I have found in Disaster Recovery Work is something that I would be willing to follow if that's what God asked me to do. Helping others find hope, helping groups help others, organizing trips for youth groups to help others, I love that. I really, really love that.
The question that comes to mind, though, is am I willing to follow God no.matter.what. Even if it's not to that type of job. Am I willing to trust God's leading? Even if it takes me far away from the home and people that I love? That's the question on my heart these days.