A Perfect Fit

     The last few days I have taken on the adventure of job hunting. You know what I'm talking about, everyone has to do it, but nobody likes to. As I'm driving to town, I pull up to the red light and I glance over at the car next to me. As the lady is looking in the mirror trying to fix her hair, I begin to stare at her convertible with the top down and wonder, what's the point.

     As I continue my adventure, I stopped at multiple places to apply. I swear I was filling out an application at one place for an hour. I surmise that if you have to enter the same information 5 times, then you are overpaying the person who designed the application. Just to let you know, I'm available if you need someone more efficient. As I sat there, a guy came up to ask for help because he needed advice on something for his dorm room. I told him I didn't work there and then proceeded to tell him how to fix his problem. Every other place I went, people asked me for help as well. Next time, I'm wearing something neon so no one gets me confused. Do I have a sign on me that says, easy to talk to; will point you in the right direction?

     Finally ended the day with filling out an application at a youth detention center. Some of the kids were actually pretty cute. Came home and then went to church to show my Pastor and his wife a power point presentation that I put together for Resurrection Sunday. She played the piano, he sang, and I did the slide show along with it. She actually quit playing midway through because she was so moved by the presentation that I put together. She felt it was extremely powerful, which is what I was going for. My Pastor asked me if I knew what adequate was, I told him yeah and I was way above that. He started laughing, and said yes you are. If my Pastor's wife would have been drinking something I think she would have spewed.

     It's nice when you can do something and people are moved by what you did just as much as you are. I wish there was something that I could do and get paid for it along those lines. That would be nice, you know, actually enjoy what you are doing and get paid. Seems we all end up somewhere that we are unhappy and forget who we are and where we are going. Sometimes, it comes along all too late in life the realization that the path we are on is not quite right for us, that it somehow no longer is a perfect fit. Unfortunately, we all too quickly assume our path in life instead of the path God has laid out for us. As we round the corner to Resurrection Sunday, I have just one question really. How do you FIT in the Body of Christ?