I heard an interesting debate yesterday on the radio. The two sides were debating whether a baby felt pain during delivery. I can't speak for you but I remember it hurting. Toughest 10 minutes of my life.
Transition often is painful. Since I will not be teaching next fall (unless God has a surprise job for me), I will have more expendable time. No more lesson planning or weekends spent grading papers. No more total exhaustion from lecturing six straight classes without a break.
The stupidest thing for me to do would be to plan on sitting around more. I confess that I'm being pulled in a surreptitious way by God. He's already telling me that there's going to be spiritual activity and serving involved.
Does He want me doing something I'm very uncomfortable doing, like visiting lonely senior citizens at the Christian Care Center? Or will I be interviewing clients for my church's benevolent outreach? Or something I haven't even considered?
All I know is there will accountability for my time, just like now.
2 comments:
You may want to reconsider not working when Maddie wants to play with you 24-7.
You can take pictures of planes and eat at our house for lunch, as long as you vacuumed, or dusted, or something. I always wondered what I would do if I had married a millionaire. I definitely wouldn't be teaching. I do enjoy teaching to a degree. I hate the politics and the long days of bad students that can occur. Back to the topic at hand. I thought that I would do meals on wheels or something to that nature. Change it up. Buy the church staff lunch. Be creative.
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