It's the Real Thing

It's been about a week since I've taken the time to put some thoughts into writing. I've been consumed with finishing classes, creating curriculum, and prepping for all the different classes I'm facilitating during this time. Frankly, I'm exhausted. I did overextend myself a little bit so when I start to complain or feel overwhelmed, I need to remember that it's all self-induced.

During this time of transition and change in my life, it's been curious how many training jobs have just appeared. It's like the entire universe is telling me -- you are meant to teach. People respond to my classes, say that they take away a lot, and that I make a difference. I know that I am using my so many of my gifts to serve others as well. So why don't I feel great fulfillment from this? Why don't I live for teaching? I don't hate it. I don't particularly live for it either. It's just something that I do. And it bothers me that I don't receive more satisfaction from it.

As I ponder about this, I remind myself that right now, it's OK that I'm not filled with joy about teaching. It doesn't affect the quality of the information I present or my teaching. I am so committed to making sure that everyone leaves with at least one nugget of information that they can use. This is where I'm meant to be. I believe that God has placed me back in the classroom to remind me that I serve God and my neighbor in many ways. After my experience, I truly needed that whack in the middle of the forehead saying you are precious and good. I contribute to the Kingdom of God on earth by exposing people to new and different ideas, giving them the confidence to try new skills and think in new ways. This is a good place for me to be on my life journey right now. I may not be overflowing with joy and gladness, but I am content. Not complacent by any means, just content and satisfied. It's a like an oasis in the desert. My journey is not complete and that's a good thing.