Not My Own

I will never forget the time I thought I completely failed during a job interview. It was more than a job, it was a leadership position on the Barnabas Team at Calvin College. A male and female Barnabas leader were assigned to a dorm to help other residents grow spiritually. Barnabas leaders were responsible for living their lives vulnerably reflecting Christ to others. I remember walking in for the interview to a room with two other candidates and a table full of college employees in charge of the Barnabas program. This unique style interview was set up in a way where those in charge got to watch us interact with other candidates for the position. I specifically remember one of the instructions was, "Find out from one another what each person's testimony is." I jumped to conclusions in my head that this was the time we were suppose to share our testimony with everyone in the room. I jumped at the chance to show the leaders I had a great story and wasn't afraid to s

I spent most of the dinner talking my friend's ear off about how frustrated I was with my husband. I explained to her how tensions were skyrocketed in our house and communication breakdowns were ruining my marriage. Towards the end of the meal the waitress gave us a fortune cookie. Mine ironically said, "We are very happy together." I thought it was a joke! So I just lost it with laughter and put my head down on the table while other customers probably wondered if I escaped from the mental hospital. Yet, the more I  reflected on that phrase the more I started to realize that even in our current misery we are happy together.  Here is a snap shot of our current misery. Our household contains an insane amount of stress. My husband has the finish line just around the corner (we hope) for earning his PhD in neuroscience, but he is still waiting for a final publishing before starting his dissertation. I am half way through my second pregnancy. More money is going out than com