Letting Go, Part 1

I count myself as quite lucky in that I have loved my career. It hasn’t just been a job. Ask my husband and he will tell you, I do not complain when it is time to go to work. When people have asked me what I do for a living, it is with pride that I announce my title. I never ever imagined doing anything different. In fact, there have been times that I believed I did what I did to help support Jason and his ministry endeavors. Almost as if my calling in life was to support Jason’s calling! I wasn’t being honest with myself.Over the last three years, I have started to feel like maybe there is something else for me. Something else that God wants me to do with my time. I remember sharing with the ladies that I meet with every other week and telling them one night that I felt that I wasn’t supposed to be a Physical Therapist anymore, but I didn’t know if I’d ever have the courage to actually give it up. You see, not only have I loved my job, its also been a huge part of my identity. Furthermore, there have been long periods of time where it has been my savior. My marriage not going well? Don’t worry, I have my career. Unexpected bills? Don’t worry, I have my career. My son sick and needing to go to minor emergency? Don’t worry, I have my career. Someone not treating me well? Don’t worry, I have my career.So, what about you? Is there something you are counting on in this life more than God? Possibly your career? Or your husband? Or something else?