I really didn't think I had one, but since I found it, I guess it was lost:) My calling. I found my calling. I love this school...being in this seminary. For our closing ritual today...for the week...we had communion. Then the instructor asked us to have a gratitude share...and I just started crying. There was no way I could talk, at least not without sobbing - and I wasn't quite ready to do that yet.
My pattern is to jump into something or get inspired about something and then lose it. The inspiration, the interest, the desire...everything. But I have never felt this way. I went back over my class notes every night - just b/c they were so interesting. I thoroughly enjoyed writing my reflection paper. I'm looking forward to the reading and paper due at the end of March. I'm fantasizing about the weddings and funerals, comfort and joy that I will share with people as an ordained minister. I am looking forward to volunteering for hospice.
Yes. I hope it continues...these feelings. I'm sure there will be blogs when I am sick of it, or wishing to read without highlighting, or please! not one more paper! But right now? I am thrilled. and the good news? I get to go back in April for 2 weeks:) I'm working on being able to take Little Bit. We'll see.
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