Actually, this is progress

I don't really ask for help or admit need... ever. It might be a pride issue, that I don't want to admit weakness, but I think mostly (or more accurately) it's because I don't want to inconvenience other people or act like something is a big deal when, in perspective, it's not. But, the truth is, there's a lot going on in my life right now and you might as well know about it.

First things first, on Friday I'm going in to get a sympathetic nerve block. You see, for the past year + I've been having problems with my right foot. After a variety of unsuccessful treatments, it has come to this. If the nerve block takes away the pain temporarily (for 2 weeks or so), then the pain is part of my sympathetic nervous system and the doctors will work to find a prescription that helps. If not, it's not, and we're kind of back to square one as far as how to treat this mystery injury.

In case you didn't know, this is my first year of teaching. Traditionally, this is a very hard year. It's exam time, the end of the first semester, and halfway through... I wish my lesson plans were more polished, my papers more organized, my projects more creative, etc., but overall this hasn't been a bad experience at all, just a new challenge.

Also, I moved halfway across the country to begin this new phase of my life. Boston's not Indiana, that's for sure. I'm really enjoying my new church, and my coworkers are great, but I definitely miss the support from people at Taylor and Grace Adventures. There's a lot to be said for the support of people who have known you for longer than 6 months.

The kicker is this: we're having an inspector come look at our apartment on Friday because, after months of problems with our landlord and a very shady heating system, we've called in for backup. This may mean we move out soon, which is not ideal, but if necessary, it's doable.

It's when I stop to think about what's going on that I am hit by the faithfulness of God. If you had told me last year that this would be my life this year, I may have opted out of moving here: too many difficulties, too much uncertainty, etc. However, excluding nights or weekends in which the work seems to never end, none of this has been too much. God's grace is sufficient for every doctor's appointment, every frustrating conversation with the landlord, every lesson plan that seems impossible, and more. He has been faithful to give me the strength and wisdom for what He has called me to... and He has called me to be here.