Revisitation

Today I visited my former place of work. It was strange. My leaving was abrupt and awkward. Some of the people still do not know how to relate to me. You can tell by the "what the %#@* are you doing here" looks on their faces. By the way, I worked at one of the fastest growing churches in the US. In August I was given the job of my dreams. I couldn't wait to get up every morning to go to the office. I loved sitting at home and writing cirriculum. I loved talking to volunteers, planning events, and ministering to the families. I'm passionately in love with Jesus and got to show it through and in my job. I was thriving not just exsisting. As all thing good things must come to an end; mine ended near the second week of September. The job I loved was changed to an assistant position. Even though I was told I did a great job, the very position was a misunderstanding. I lost the battle. To remain employeed, I accepted the new job. I cried everyday after. I didn't want to wake up in the mornings. I hated this job! My enthusiasm for this job didn't evolve; even after I was given the Greek meaning for the word "administrative." It just seemed like empty comfort. It hurt. It still hurts. In November I turned in my notice to be done at the end of the month. They asked me to leave 3 days later. I am now unemployeed. My package runs out this month. This means no pay, no insurance, and no status. It was a generous offer, and I appreciate it. Where to now? I left because I could not, in good conscience, fill a position just for the paycheck. I was keeping myself from a job I could thrive in, and someone else from this one. But that is of little comfort when joblessness stares me in the face. Does a dream job even exsist?