My First...Heartburn

Well this is it...my very first blog post.
I feel important, like my life has some how become more exciting just because I'm 'cool' enough to have my own blog.  I know, of course, that this is not the case.  I'm just as 'uncool' as I've always been, my life didn't somehow automatically become full of adventure and mystery.  Wouldn't that be rockin awesome, though?

Alright, I suppose that since this is a new thing I should probably explain some things.

First, the name?  It is basically as it sounds.  Why would I want a blog, I need one more thing to keep track of just as badly as I need a splitting headache.

Second, the picture?  In plain language, it's my favorite.

Third, what will I blog about?  The answer to this is yet a mystery to me.  I do know that I'm not a writer (my younger and wiser sister is the creative genius of the family) so this is very much outside of my comfort zone.  I guess the real reason that I have settled on this undertaking is because one of my very good friends asked me when I would start a blog of my own (instead of living vicariously through other amazing blogs).
The part that resonated with me most went something like this:
"What would I have to write about?"
"Share what is on your heart."

So I guess we'll see where this goes, I know my life isn't as exciting as some would care to read about and that is fine.  I don't plan on entertaining, I hope that I can encourage and enlighten those who read while learning and debriefing for myself.

As for what is on my heart at this moment...a little heartburn to be honest.  Uggghhh...uncomfortable. (Side note: I've not ever had heartburn in my entire life until about a week a go...how do people live like this?)
However, heartburn hasn't stopped me from thinking about surrender.  I got a chance to speak with a good friend from high school tonight.  We graduated from college at the same time and while I was lucky to find a full time teaching position, she resigned to subbing in our hometown (not her first choice).  Through out this last year I've had some phenomenal conversations with her about surrender.  What does it mean for her (and myself) to trust that God has it all under control and more so, what does it mean when he tells us no.  It's painful and one of the most frustrating things.  Simply, it sucks.

Tonight BO called me to tell me that she has informally been offered a job for next year (Yay!).  I can't tell you how happy I was to hear about this.  First I was happy because hey, it's a job...sweet deal!  But really as I listened to her explain how things happened and how she felt about this process I could hear her describe to me surrender.  God's hand was in the orchestration of it all along.  No doubt it was painful and we've all been in that situation, but the best part was that through surrender came something wonderful with perfect timing and a renewed sense of trust.