Lately on my current job, I’ve been more bored than anything else. Struggling to be apart of a team and a mission that seems to not need and value me. Many mornings I dread the monotonous motions of getting out of bed to clock in. The income is needed and appreciated, but the work is no longer fulfilling. I work in a mental health facility, but I’m not working with those who need the help as I was trained to do. Instead I’m chasing clients who don’t really need or want my help. Shaking my head at the irony. Walking through these halls, I often see doctors who over the years have treated me. It’s surreal to be behind these doors and not be the patient. At first it made me feel good that I’ve progressed to this level, now I’m faced wondering is being here everyday healthy, being confined to a job that is a reminder of how my mind had failed me. Returning to my desk near the point of tears, I checked my email to find a professor of a writing group I once attended had reached out to me to return to it, she stated, “your an outstanding writer.” The tears I held back begin to fall. You see, nestled deeply within me is the longing and dream to have a career in writing. It was like those words where a whisper from God reminding me, this is only temporary, to hold onto the promise, the faith and belief that I am and shall be all he created and gifted me to be. God never ceases to amaze me. He has a word when I least expect it, yet most need it. He’s listening to my innermost thoughts and the yearnings of my heart when it seems know one else is aware or cares. In my life I have had good reason to doubt many things, but not in the existence of God and his love for me.
Author Christy Angelette 