I’m fully into my busy season at work. Don’t get me wrong; I am not complaining. Far from it. When I have work that engages my mind, the days speed by. I love it. My office workload is seasonal and I’ve found I don’t enjoy the slow seasons. Most people tell me they’re jealous of the slow times, but I don’t get that. I just feel under-challenged.
So many things I love are filling my days to overflowing right now:
- Every weekend this month, dear friends from far away are staying with us.
- I am now officially a volunteer staff member with Cru at the campus where I work (the same organization I served with for eons, although it was called Campus Crusade then). I feel like that’s what I’ve already been doing for the last year, but it’ll be helpful to be better connected with the staff team in nearby Charlotte. Another couple (also former staff) will serve as part-time staff. The movement will still very much be student-led. We three will be here to give a little direction and a whole lot of love. I’ll continue to disciple a couple of the students (during my lunch breaks) and be a touchpoint for all of the leadership women.
- I’ve been asked to speak at the last meeting of Cru for the year. (And I love to talk.)
- The nice weather lures me outside to walk or ride my bike, plant flowers, or just sit on our patio and read.
Everything comes with a cost. The downside for me right now is that I have no margin. I’m pushed to the limit, and my personal organization (something that is crucial to my sense of well-being) has gone by the wayside.
But only for a season. This, too, will pass. And when it does, I know I’ll be eager to get it back again. So I am savoring my season of fullness, saving up for the lean times sure to come.