Just 23 work days left at this assignment; and I am counting every one of them. I’m realizing why, in a clinic of 7 employees, there have been a reported 11 who have sought alternative employment over the past 6 months. I am feeling homesick, routine sick, comfort sick, wanna-call-in sick. I am feeling restless and listless and aimless. I’m feeling like I never want to work again.

The Tuesday Blues are definitely talking, but there are blues in the other days, too.

So when – on my weekly 3 hour commute to my sister’s house – I heard this song, the smeary drops wouldn’t clear with the windshield wipers:

I feel just like a sailboat
I don’t know where I’m headed
But you can’t make the wind blow
From a sailboat

Ben Rector, guys.

He’s got me feeling all the feels.

I’ll be in limbo at the end of these 23 work days. And right now, I’m simply, aimlessly floating.

But I can’t control the wind. It might be soft, or strong, or twisting. It’s unpredictable. It goes wherever it wills. And if I raise my sail… I go wherever it wills.

And I’m pretty sure I’m heard
At least I know I’m speaking
But I feel like a fool
‘Cause I can’t hear you listening

Faith is a sail.

Faith is reaching out to grasp the wind, to follow the Spirit’s gentle – or tumultuous – guidance without knowing where it will lead.

But I’m not giving up
I’m gonna move on forward
I’m gonna raise my sail
God knows what I’m headed towards

❤️ ⛵️

Ben Rector’s “Sailboat”. Please, take a listen.