Well, you all know what that phrase, “Dear John Letter” means. In my short span of 4 weeks of filling out numerous on-line applications, I have received a few of these rejection letters. You know how it goes. “Sorry, but you are not qualified for the position available.” Or, “we have decided to fill the position, internally at this time.” Of course I have a slew of others who have only responded with, we have your resume or application and don’t call us, we will call you. (Italics mine; paraphrase mine)
That’s about par for the course on my job search; these are mostly small local retail or business related jobs of which I have very little if any experience. My job set skill is primarily church related–either in direct ministry or in para-church ministry. Honestly, I have checked into a few opportunities in the church world, but nothing has come of that route yet–but I need to give that time. Rome wasn’t built in a day ( I believe it took a few years, with very little union related work stoppages!)
But with so many eyes and ears that they are in this large internet world, if you know of an church related opening, let me know. Otherwise, continue to pray.
I have tried to keep up on some needed reading. I wish now, when I boxed up my office, that I had done a better job of cataloging what book was in what box–but I honestly didn’t think about that type of organization. I have frequented my local library enough that maybe someone will cut me a payroll check, since I’m hanging there often. I would rather be at Borders or the Christian Bookstore–but they insist on collecting payment for the books I try to check out of those businesses.
I hope everyone has a safe and enjoyable holiday weekend ahead. Carol and I are hoping to worship at Woodland Camp this weekend for their Family Camp. We have some dear friends to connect with who will be at the camp this weekend. Keep praying–keep watching for employment opportunities and keep in touch.
Gave some thought to my Sunday Night Mind Dump. Here is what I came up with, after much consideration, contemplation and concentration.
My mother always told me, “Butch, don’t count your chickens before they’re hatched.” Now, realize we lived just a couple of houses from a farmer, who raised chickens and other farm animals. And also realize we lived within a bad wind day of a chicken farm hatchery. So, between the noise and the smell–I was not about to be counting any eggs or chickens. But my mom was persistent. She abounded with “sayin’s” and anytime I was excited about an upcoming opportunity, she would bring me down to earth with the “don’t count you chicken” thing. I suppose she wanted to temper my enthusiasm and my attitude of “counting on it” to happen. She was preparing me for failure. And I must have learned well, for nearly ever since, even when prosperity is knocking on my door I wonder, why didn’t it use the door bell? Or if my ship finally comes in, I ask, “Is it a battle cruiser or just a tugboat? Needless to say, I find myself looking for the “worse case scenarios” in most situations. If the sun is about to shine, I count clouds in the sky, certain they will produce the rain.
I was on my bicycle today for the first time in over two weeks. It was a great morning to ride. The humidity is beginning to climb again, but was not too bad at our 8:00 am start. There were many cyclists riding today and it was good to stretch the muscles, especially the ones that have not been used for a while. Even though I try to walk every morning or so, riding a recumbent might be comfortable on the back side, but legs pumping pedals is the same if you are upright or reclined. I rode approximately 16 miles to the Rosco General Store, where a short break, a granola bar (25 cents plus tax) and some conversation took about 15 minutes of time. This is one of two General Stores passed on this route in the Chattahoochee Hill Country. They seem to have generally, about anything you would think you might need. Stores like this are disappearing from the landscape in our county, as we see large box stores shut down the mom and pop general store. And now, we might be on the verge of the WWW web striking a blow at the box stores with ease of ordering and never leaving your home.

