
The
normally four hour drive was somewhat delayed by a crazy car fire on
95, but we made it to the ivy halls none the worse for wear last
Thursday. Monday then saw my first day as the new Communications
Director for one of the most impressive pro-life organizations I've ever
seen.
It's
been fun and a little nerve wracking to try something new after so many
years in radio, but I have to admit, the slower pace has been good for
me. My phone gets switched off every night. I wake up at the
refreshingly human hour of 7am and have a full 60 minutes to myself
before heading out the door.

I can't tell you what this did for us. To be surrounded by so many people, all in agreement with each other and encouraging one another made my heart sing. I used to think that I didn't have a solid support group in DC. That's no longer true. We used the time to talk to God and really get a grasp on what this meant for us to be called out. I wondered how long this new mission would take to grow in a new place.
It didn't take long.
Driving
home last night, I was thanking God for the chance to spend time with a
new friend and wondering if this was the ministry I was called to. It
seemed odd to me that drinking beer and putting together furniture from
IKEA counted as powerful, mostly because I really enjoyed it. The second
I asked Him about it, God flipped the question: "Who says you can't
enjoy doing my work?"
And
there it was. After two years of dragging myself to meet God's
callings, I had reached a new realization. I don't do these things just
because God asks it of me anymore. I do it because I want to, because
nothing makes me happier than seeing God reflected in someone else's
life. It was an answer to prayer, a confirmation that the time of joy is
creeping closer.

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