That One Time I Changed Jobs


So there’s been a bit of radio silence here.

I could break into some long drawn out Ted-esque HIMYM soliloquy about how I got to where I am right now but I’ll save you from that. The long and short:

I now work at another local church in our town, still in kidmin but on a different team.  Though highly unusual, not as awkward as you might think.  And the reason why is an important principle for leaders.

Sometimes (no, all the time) your plan is not nearly as big or as awesome as the God you serve.

When you remain in a place that you are not longer called to serve you are telling God you are bigger and more awesome than He is. (See: Jonah, big whale, Ninevah)

If another leader came to me and said that they were going to do what I did I would tell them they were crazy.  I would likely advise against it.  It’s one thing to switch jobs–people do it all the time–but a completely different beast when it’s a 1.) church world and 2.) in the same town.  But sometimes the Holy Spirit causes you to stand safely in the boat and sometimes he calls you to step out of it.  And sometimes he keeps you right where you are and tells you to cast your net on the other side of the boat.  It’s the same boat, different side.  Regardless, when your eyes are fixed on Jesus you can’t lose.  You might look like an idiot, but you won’t lose.  In fact, you’ll probably definitely not drown and find lots of fish in your nets.  I wish I was wise enough to know all of this before I went through this transition but I didn’t.  Typical.

Transition does not come without pain, I had to leave a lot of things and people I loved.  My son took his first steps in the church I served in for the last 6 years; he was loved and we were loved.  There was no major drama, no terrible fallout, just a girl who heard a call that was different from the one she had in mind.  So, I had to be braver than I wanted to be and stand firm in the conviction of the Holy Spirit.  I had to trust that my husband was hearing and seeing and understanding the same things in his own life for me.  I had to listen and lean in to those women around me who have that kind of unwavering faith that I’m convinced can really move mountains.  I had to be willing to leave the safe and comfortable.

My life is not my own and my ministry is not my own, it’s all bought and paid for and it’s not for my glory.  So when He calls, I go even when it doesn’t initially make sense.

Are you in a transitional time in your life?  Have you just recently experienced one?  What would you do/have done differently?