Not Sure What To Think Of It All...

Our church had a K-12 school ministry for many years. The so-called Great Recession that began in 2008 caused us to eventually close the school because the financial burden became too great. For many years I worked with 6 or 7 people on staff. Additionally, there was always a host of students, parents, and others who served or delivered to the property during the regular workweek. Things were always busy in the office and active throughout the property. In the summer of 2009 it all changed, and I became the sole person at the church property from Monday through Friday. I grew accustomed to the change within time and always kept busy between studies, office work, personal visits, and property maintenance.

I adjusted fairly quickly to the school’s closing, and working alone never really bothered me. In fact, not having a bunch of kids around making noise all day wasn’t all that difficult of an adjustment for me (know what I’m sayin’?).

My schedule has now changed significantly since the accident. I spend much more time at home during the regular workweek because of physical issues. Between fatigue and inabilities, it just makes more sense to work out of the home more often as it affords me the ability to rest when necessary. Additionally, there isn’t as great a work load for me at the church property now that I don’t do as much of the maintenance work. Some people in the church have graciously taken over a lot of those things in my place.

The strange thing is that I now feel different about solitude. Being alone for the greater part of the day seems different now because my physical condition makes me feel more isolated from the world, even though the truth is that I’m not handicapped to any significant measure and things aren’t all that much different now in regard to personal solitude than they were before the accident. It’s strange when I think of it, but it’s almost as though I feel forced to be alone as opposed to it just being the given condition by which I live and do my job. Weird, huh?