Life Interrupted

We all live our lives by a plan. Sometimes it is our plan, sometimes it's someone else's, but there is a sense of progression; of forward movement towards the things we are supposed to accomplish in our lives.

I've discovered that in attempting to live my life sacrificially for God....I live a life interrupted.

I continually move along according to my own plans and am continually interrupted by things I never thought I'd do, people I never thought I'd meet, and circumstances I don't know how to deal with.

I've been looking for a job in an office, working in training and leadership development, corporate communication, within a consistent and professional environment.

I've found a job at a non-profit working in relationship building, problem solving, intercultural communication within a crazy travel schedule and semi-chaotic environment.

I'm leaving behind my to do lists and appointments. Instead, showing up for a 4 day community trip with some people to meet and places I might be able to find them.

I'm leaving behind my pencil skirts and heels. Instead adopting a wardrobe of jeans and serious snow boots.

I'm leaving behind my friends and family. Instead traveling the country alone.

I'm leaving behind my desire for comfort and belonging. Instead I become the minority. The white girl who doesn't belong.

I'm a Youthworks Western Region Area Director. I work on Native American Indian Reservations and small towns in South Dakota, Colorado, and Arizona.

My life has been Interrupted. And I wouldn't have it any other way.