Good grief, it's been a long time since I've posted. I can chalk my absence up to 1) finishing grad school applications and 2) wanting to write a real, proper, meaty post, then becoming lazy and deciding to watch Project Runway instead. And then there's those Christmas cards to write...
But anyway, here I am, I made it. And wouldn't you know, after quite a few months, job-wise and life-wise, of "Where's my life going, God?" and "You want me to do this?", things are starting to make sense (that is, they always made sense, I just didn't see it). I've often "stumbled" upon gainful employment. I've sent out resume after resume before, often to find a job in an unexpected place and through some random daisy chain of connections. And now it's happened again- and I think, by now, I can recognize Providence when I see it!
Yet another bit of good news is that, after a period of time long enough to make a writer paranoid, I am getting another article published. I'll post the link here, if I can, when it is ready. It's a light and happy little piece that I wrote about wine and poetry. I always knew it was a keeper, even when other articles weren't, so I plugged it and edited it and sent it out over and over.
The thing that I just realized about that wine article is that it would not have been possible without the troubles and wanderings that happened just before and during it. In one week last year I miscarried multiples, and my father-in-law passed away; we went from excitement, thinking that we'd be having twins or more, to nothing. It was that kind of time when you are constantly expecting more bad stuff to happen, just because so much has happened already. I had a hard few months after September, and gradually, as if I were groping around in the dark, found myself returning to writing. And writing that little wine and poetry article-- finding something really pretty and pleasant to write about-- helped me through the winter. I keenly felt the necessity of light-hearted times, of friendship and joy, and I found and put those elements in that article. To think that, if everything had been roses and sunshine, the wine article might never have come to be! I might never have felt the need to put to paper what made my heart sing.
And then, with that perspective, my winery job, which seemed like such a digression from Classics, Classics, Classics, 24-7, really has a more dignified place in my life. Here I thought I would just work in a tasting room, give it a try, what the heck; and now, I find that I really do enjoy wine- talking about it, writing about it, tasting it, of course. And I've found a way to marry wine and Classics together, with my writing.
The bottom line is this: don't complain about where God is taking you. The ride will be part of the reward. And the blithe times will be all the more precious, because you've been without them. I think that is why Mary knew, ahead of time, to store up all of the beautiful events of her life with Jesus in her heart.
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