Hello, family!
I’ve missed you so much!
I began a job several months ago, doing what I do 😉, and haven’t been here (primarily) because I have to be very careful about what I talk about.
I’ve been able to get to at least 2 meetings a week, and it’s been an unbelievable blessing. Left to my own devices, I don’t spend time with other people. After my current employment began, I was reminded of the things I had been missing by isolating.
I missed seeing other miracles and being seen as one, myself. I missed the feelings of being “a part of” and acceptance. In isolating, I was not where I was supposed to be.
Now, I get to use every gift God’s given me, each time I clock in. I expose my scars and bandage up client’s, every day. The Big Book says we “will not regret the past”, and I’m not sure if I’ll ever be completely THERE, but there’s no question that it’s the painful experiences of my past which allow me to come alongside those “still suffering”.
They say that the Human Services field has among the top burn-out rates of any occupation. I can see that. With that in mind, I daily pour myself out in the name of (love) lifting up individuals that, to be honest, most people wouldn’t even want to talk to. I know that God has placed me where I am, and I am full of gratitude for being used by Him. I actually get paid to share my experience, strength and hope with men & women who have none of their own!
Is it always a cake walk? Oh, heck no. Sometimes I feel like I’ve been beat up, by the end of the day. I reckon that’s why they call it “work”.
I truly don’t have words to adequately describe how it feels to see the flicker of hope in their eyes, when they realise that they’re not alone, and that someone understands and cares.
So, that’s a synopsis of my last 6 months. How have you been?