I’ll start off with what I posted on Facebook for my FB-impaired friends.
“Mission of Hope and I parted ways today. I won’t elaborate why; that would be fair to neither I nor them. Tom hasn’t had a clear answer from God as to his staying or leaving MoH. Parents and siblings: I’ll call you tomorrow to talk privately with you. All of you: I love you and would covet your prayers for peace, comfort, and healing for all involved. Love, Jenness AKA Dory”
So there you have it; you don’t hear from me for a month and I finally update only to tell you that I won’t be around for awhile. I suck.
I’ve just got to take a little time and I’ll be back in a month or so; two tops. I’ve got to figure out where I go from here. I’m freaked out but also very excited to see what God’s got for me next! Will I get a graphic designer position? Should I go back to school for my BA in Graphic Communications or *gasp* maybe even social work? Will I be in something like the shelter, serving people again? Will I encounter another job that’s completely different from anything I’ve encountered before and end up loving it as passionately? The mind boggles. (No, Tom, not bottles. BOGGLES, you circus sideshow freak.)
And bcus I don’t want to be a total Dory Downer… I give you a backstory and a picture and (if you call NOW!!! you’ll get ALL this AAANNNDDD!!! We’ll throw in!!!) a caption!
Backstory: We’re on our way to Virginia to spend two weeks vacation with Tom’s brother Rick and we’re dragging poor Tom’s mom with us to facilitate the family dysfunction. Four hours into the trip, the truck overheated and we sat on the side of the road to let it cool down enough to be able to get back on the road just long enough to take the next exit and buy coolant. We stopped at a farm store to get our jug of family pet killer and by the registers are these bunny wadgets that are totally made of TEH CUTES.
Their names were on the cages.
Tom pointed to this one and said…
(moldy cheese in 3… 2… 1…)
“Nobody puts Baby in a corner.”