What are you pressing for?

Was a question asked at Bible study tonight. I’ve been pressing to get my list done: get jobs. Get our “apartment” organized. Be a better wife. Get involved in ministry.

Caid and I have been looking for jobs. We found them. Or rather, they found us. All those resumes filled out for nothingJ. Jeff, who worked with us in Brazil, referred us to this social service agency that matches up mentally/physically challenged clients with workers who get them out into the community and share life with them. We get paid to do THAT—how excellent!

So check that off my list.

It quickly became clear that we have a choice: work our butts off to pay off student loans while Caid is still in school, or work out butts off to pay for an apartment: both wouldn’t happen. My parents have let us stay in the basement: a bedroom, workroom, a living space. We found a perfect couch last week—double recliner—that fit into our small budget. We are happy, and looking forward to removing the debt shadow over our heads.

Check ‘apartment organized’ off the list.

Caid is a people person. All the time. I am about 50% of the time. The main clash we seem to have is that he is always “on call.” He always responds to people, always converses, always interacts. I have discovered that after a while I go into myself and shut the door. I focus on (fill in the blank) and then good luck getting a response from me.

Ok, so don’t check ‘better wife’ off the list, but it is coming.

We went to a World Renewal prayer meeting recently, and it was one of those “God speaks and moves” times. It was a call to ‘HEY, are you serious about this ministry stuff? Then get moving.’ Caid and I are going to be ordained as official missionaries soon. We have prayer cards coming in the mail. Caid is seeking out more chances to share and teach, and I am not feeling guilty about all the extra hours I am putting into Living Stones. We are getting involved in church.

Check off ‘get involved in ministry.’ Last night I sat down and finally felt like my list might be getting under control. Wait—I still have two more weddings to plan. Never mind.

These are all important things, and they have been the things that have been pressing on me. But the question is, what am I pressing for—not just me pressing back because it fell on me. What is the current theme in my life, what I keep hearing God saying in little ways all over? I am not sure. I think what I need to press for is listening.