A Job, A Calling, A Ministry

This past week has went by supa fast! I started my new job last week and as I meet with differenet social service agencies, I truly believe one of my callings is to provide some sort of support to the very clients I now serve.

My clients are people who society have given up on, or more detrimental-have given up on themselves. They are mothers, they, are daughters, they are sisters, aunties, friends who somewhere along life's path made some choices, neglecting to consider the long term consequences. They are a mirror of parts of my life.

They are also brothers, fathers, friends who for whatever reason couldn't get it together, but has now made a conscious decision to fight for survival, to fight to become self sufficient, inspite of what the latest statistics say they will do. They are a part of me.

Lastly, they are children, who when I look into their eyes-make me think of the security my children now feel when we are in our own home, eating dinner at our own table, taking baths in our own tub. They are truly our hope, our future.

This week has definitely had it's bumps and bruises, but doesn't life? In spite of the hard times I'm having, I can say to you, where I am at in my life, on this day, "is truly a beautiful thang".

I'm here...

right now, wherever that is. Sometimes it's scary because I don't know where I'll end, but it sure beats being, standing still in a place that will never be familiar. It's like screaming for so long that your vocal chords become stretched to the point of no sound, leaving you disoriented. And at the end you're grasping for air that you can't catch. Wanting secretly to just pass out and maybe pass away like time that you don't keep track of. I'm here right now because this is where I'm suppose to be. Not stagnant, not moving, but being, thinking, breathing, living.