Some days, I’m really good at my job.
Those are the days when I get to use my logical brain to figure out the answer for somebody:
“When is Training Camp?”
“Where can I find gear and back packs?”
“What do I need to do to get my passport?”
“How do I find out about vaccinations, and which ones do I need?”
“How am I gonna raise $15,500?!?!”
“What about malaria medications? Which one should I take?”
On those days, I receive the satisfaction of knowing I was able to help somebody find the answer they needed.
Some days, my job is really hard.
Those are the days when I’m interviewing an applicant for the World Race, and I hear things like:
“I turned to alcohol in that time, and rebelled against my parents.”
“I relied on that unhealthy relationship to tell me who I was.”
“I was sexually abused as a child.”
“My dad is an alcoholic.”
“I walked away from the Lord and chose my own path.”
“I experimented with an eating disorder in elementary school.”
On those days, I can’t use my brain to figure out the answers for anybody. I have to just listen.
Some days, my job is amazing.
Those are the days when I get to talk to people on my squads, and I hear things like:
“Shawndell…. Did you know your name means ‘candle’ in French? And your last name is St John, right? Well, Saint means a ‘carrier’ or a ‘bearer,’ and John means ‘grace’, so you are ‘a candle who bears God’s grace’! How cool is that??”
Pretty stinkin’ cool if you ask me.
