What I wore

this past Monday.

Is that a suite? (Or half of one? Let's not talk about the other half...)  Yep, that is a suite I'm wearing.  And pearls.  A girl has to look presentable for an interview.

I told my mom one time that since I finished school and have a real job, I'm now perfectly happy being mediocre. I don't care about climbing the ladder or making smart career decisions, necessarily. Then this opportunity all of a sudden fell into my lap, I had immense support from my co-workers, and the path seemed pretty clear. When I first learned of it, I was having none of it because to me it means that I'm a little less free. It wasn't at all in the plan that I had for myself.  It's amazing to me how God guides us.

I am now our floor supervisor!

It's exciting.  It's scary.  I've been having alot of self-doubt and self-criticism flood in, because that's what I do.  I've been so encouraged by the passage in 1 Timothy 4:12:
"Don’t let anyone look down on you because you are young, but set an example for the believers in speech, in conduct, in love, in faith and in purity."
It's gonna be my theme.  My team is reading a book in preparation to go to India and in it the guy says,

"Whether it's some physical or natural trait, some experience level, or some life circumstance, hear the voice of the Lord saying to you, 'Don't let anyone limit you from fulfilling My call on you for that reason!  In fact, YOU may be the one looking down on yourself, and it stops right now.  I saw that thing about you before I called you, and I still want you.  This team needs you; and I want you to carry My presence to this people.'"

So, I'm gonna do my best, take deep breaths, and take it one day at a time.  And there might be a little of this going on, too: