So much is happening, all at once. You know the old saying, “it never rains but it pours”… or how ’bout “either feast or famine”…? That’s my life. Yep. That’s it all over. I’m either in the middle of a drought, or in the middle of Hurricane France-Ivan-take-your-pick-or-all-at-once-yeah-why-not.

Last Tuesday I had the decision on the apartment made, and was finally at peace with the idea of living by myself for a while and not having a steady income for a bit. Wednesday God sent the hurricanes in the form of a two phone calls.

“Adria is coming down for the weekend to look for apartments. Turns out her living situation was only gonna be a temporary one… you two should get together.” I was late for an appointment and didn’t pick up John’s call. His message threw my mind and emotions into chaos. “I’ve finally made a decision, and made peace with solitude. What ARE you doing, God??”

It took nearly a day to quiet the cacophony coming from my heart and mind. But after talking with Adria over the phone, I realized just what a blessing God had just thrown into my life. It’s not that now I have someone to share a place with, or split the bills with, though those are added blessings. No, it’s Adria. That’s the blessing. Quiet, quick witted, intelligent, laid back. This girl is cool. And she’s got so much potential. I can’t wait to see what God does in and through her in the next year.

So, anyway…. just as I had begun to get things inside me quiet again, the second call came. “It’s Ben, I finally got a hold of the guy at the SBC. His situation is changed some and he now nees an assistant as well as a project coordinator, and he’s interested in talking with you. He’ll be calling you in the next day or so….”

I’d wondered if I really wanted to work for a Christian organization. And especially wondered if I’d really fit with true SBC-ers. I’m an urban girl. I may look all conservative and quiet on the outside, but my ideals and worldview, not to mention my attitude, are urban, and…. a little beyond postmodern, for lack of a better term. The SBC is just now catching on that the age of modernity is over. Putting me in the SBC is kinda like putting the Dixie Chicks in the Republican convention. Entertaining as heck, but not very productive. So I’d kinda written the whole possibility off… and with Kerry not responding to Ben’s calls and emails, I figured God had written it off too.

After a phone interview Friday morning and hour and a half face-to-face interview later that day, I walked out of the SBC headquarters with a request to freelance (temp) for this department for a while (see how we all fit together) in my pocket and a desire to work for this compelling, intriguing man in my heart. Don’t get excited. He’s married and I’m not interested in that way.

Every once in a while someone incredibly brilliant, talented and cutting edge crosses your path and you have to make the most of it when it comes. This guy is pushing, pulling and kicking the SBC into the 21st century, and into the arena of ideas, where the rest of the world lives. I’d be a fool to pass up the opportunity to work with him, pick his brain, and learn from him. Besides, he’s fun to be around, he doesn’t seem to take himself or all the work stuff too seriously. A definite must for me in my work environment. I’ve had far too many bosses who take work too seriously, and I’m just too old for that kinda crap anymore.

So here I am, a week after I thought I had it all figured out and nothing is as I had thought it would be. Judge Amy Gray was right, life really is like water seeking it’s own level… life wants to be messy.