Convinced that my current job has to be one of the most dangerous “non-military” jobs in the world, I googled, “world’s most dangerous jobs” to see where mine landed. I was shocked! It didn’t even show up in the top 25.
It must be a conspiracy. Or at least some really bad typos.
Okay, maybe I’m exaggerating a bit, and I don’t want to minimize the danger that:
- Logging Workers
- Hazardous Material Workers, and
face. Whereas they definitely face more life-threatening conditions than I ever will at my job, I will potentially face way more mindset- and relationship-threatening conditions.
What is my ultra-dangerous job?
Do you by chance have a friend who has the nerve to send Bible-reading homework assignments to your inbox? This week, I realized I have “that friend.”
And I love her all the more for it.
The email (as I remember it) went something like this:
Don’t be a slacker. This week, read 2 Kings 4:8-37, then answer these questions:
I’m a hot mess. There are two opposing women with voices that often sound a lot like mine who get into heated arguments inside my head—sometimes for days in a row. One’s name is Shouldalyn Moore, and the other’s name is Stella Brate. Their latest argument is concerning the birthday of my blog.
I have often wondered how it must feel for a couple who wasn’t even “planning it” to find out they’re pregnant. I imagine the emotions are intense in all directions.
“SURPRISE! WE’RE PREGNANT!!”
“Oh NO! I have two years of school left!”
“Oh YAY! I always wanted to be a mom!”
“Oh crud! How are we going to afford this?”
“Oh sweet! I’ve always wondered what it feels like to be pregnant!”
The one thing I imagine they all have in common—assuming they firmly believe that abortion is not an option—is that they didn’t spend a whole lot of time making the choice, “Hmmm, should we have this kid or not?” No, the kid is on it’s way.