The Blessing of Advisers

I'm emerging from a 48 hour hibernation. The flu bug bit me hard, and curiously timed, it came the week of a significant decision. I don't like to think of myself as a candidate for self-absorbed depression or a nervous breakdown, but I think I tasted them this week.

I took the job at the Bible School about a year ago, because a friend asked me help with a major remodel project. Meanwhile, I began taking classes. Well, the project is nearly complete, and my supervisor is leaning on me to take less classes this semester. With the pay and moral on campus so low and the opportunity of taking classes diminished, a part of me just wants to walk out, go back to the normal world and work for money again.

One of my friends said, "Now, Brian, don't make a knee jerk decision." That really hit me. As must as I like to think of myself as level headed and consistent, that is what I tend to do, make knee jerk decisions. Thus, I began to get sick. Wednesday I brought the kids home after school, put my pj's on, went to bed and barely emerged until Friday.

It was so bad I succumbed to a foo-foo bath (some in my world think that a hot foo-foo bath will cure all that ales you). The moisturizing bath beads are fascinating, but I found myself studying the mold in the joints of my new tub surround and wondering how long I had to sit there. The answer came soon, as I discovered the plug has a slow leak, so when the water gets down to an uncomfortable level, then you will emerge --about 20 min.

So with no appetite for days, I would return to my bed and pray, "God, give me an answer when I wake up." One of my advisers said, "You have to do what's best for you." That didn't seem like the voice of God. So I went to another wise set of counselors. One of them asked me, "What do you want me to tell you?" I said, "I want you to tell me what to do."

He did, and a great weight lifted off of me. I'm better now.