When it comes to relationships, I'm feeling alone. Close friends I have are busy in their set careers and ministries. Extended family has learned to do life without us when we lived far away, and bringing us back into the circle just seems unnatural. Close family are learning to do what life brings them, and I am brought into the circumstances but part of who I am sill gets lost and not understood. Church family doesn't feel like family at all. People stay with the people they know, and don't want people to know their business. So the "hi" and a smile is all that we seem to get on a Sunday. Duane has his job, and is pretty much spent when he gets home. I am just watching and wondering where is my place and part in this world.
I don't know if I shared, but a long time ago as I sat in my chair where I would have time with God, He told me to go and get a job at Chick-fil-A. I didn't understand it then, and actually laughed at him and explained to him … "I'm better than a job at Chick-fil-A". The command never changed. I got the job, and I remember when I received the call and how joyous I was. I started in the kitchen, and it had its toll on me. When the new owner came in about six months later, he actually saw me in the quick few minutes we talked and brought me from the back of the house to the very front. I remember the first day I was so nervous, but willing. In what became years, I developed many relationships with the guests that came through the doors at Chick-fil-A. Relationships that are still part of me today and relationships that I treasure. I had guests pray over me, gift me with 'thinking of you' tokens and blessed me with who they were each and everyday. On the days I was tired and didn't want to work, I would drive in and think "who am I going to see today", and it would change my heart and fill it with excitement. I loved my job. It was my ticket to be part of my community and know my town. I was part of not a restaurant, but part of a community.
Chick-fil-A now is different since the move. We aren't part of a small community. We are a much higher volume store. California is coming and going and always on the move, and relationships aren't developed like I once knew. Guests seem more grumpier. The role of my position is different. I get to be part of the team more and develop a relationship with them. But lets face it, the average age of the employees, are my girl's age. So I'm known as "mom", and thankful for that, but also know the relationships go so far. And with the average age comes much more drama. Lately, it is clear I'm unliked more than liked. Like most, I don't like being in environments I'm unwanted in and disliked. There isn't the relationships I once had to brighten my day, and I just feel … lost.
Lost. Alone. Confused.
I have been prompted to write during those time I come to God. And so I am. We'll see what comes out of it. After all, the same God who sent me to a restaurant that was "beneath me" and put me in a place of relationships and being part of my community, is the same today. He makes something out of nothing.