Sometimes I forget that I no longer live in Savannah, Georgia. I may always consider myself an East-Coast-er, but I reside, work, and commune in the Upper Midwest. And I have been since 2005. Time to trim the edges of my life, I suppose. Time to find a church.

It has been six years, after all, since I had a church home. I church-shopped for a bit then procrastinated (and slept in) for a long while; then I shopped a bit more. I started watching church on TV, online too, and that lazy choice of religious input actually led me to joining Living Word in Brooklyn Park.

Not wanting to be merely a church “taker,” I set upon finding a place to be active in my community. My new place of worship hosts about a bazillion people who visit the five services and countless prayer and small group meetings each week, so finding a niche has become a thing to ponder. This week, I attended the New Member classes each night, Monday through the Celebration last night, and learned greatly where I may be needed.

Fortunately, the private, K-12 school housed  at the church campus provides obvious and varied opportunities for volunteering. I thank Mr. Brian Sullivan for speaking with me for so long at the Celebration, helping me think through ideas of how I could serve the students at Maranatha.

Hopefully, I dress for work with more pride than Ralphie's bunny suit from Aunt Clara.

One unintended consequence of layering this religious component of life to my life lies with re-examining my time management. So many days do I get creative with clothes for work because I find myself at 9:30 at night not having done laundry yet… again.

Seriously, how many different blazer/t-shirt/jeans/cute-shoes combinations could there be? Add various pieces of jewelry, and I have tried to find the answer in my morning crunch. But I know God will work out the time piece for me.

Hebrews 11:6

New International Version (NIV)