I've hesitated to write about my recent life changes, recognizing the more I talk about it, the more real it is becoming! These past few weeks have been a complete whirlwind. It all began with a call from a friend informing me that the TN state licensure requirements for professional counselors were increasing in July 2009. When I say increasing, I should emphasize that they are tripling! Currently, if you have your master's degree and are logging hours for state licensure, then you have a 1000 client hour requirement. After July, it's going to be 3000. Whew! That sent me into a state of "panic" and I started calling supervisors to see if this law change also applied to Marriage and Family Therapists. At the moment, it does not, but what happens in the LPC world, is soon followed in the MFT world. The suggestion of everyone I know....."Get going with licensure, Laura". My degree was confered in 2006, so I've been waiting for something. Something to usher in reality!
All along the way, I'm praying things like "Now Lord? Why now? Is this from you? Or is this a detour? You know how I love being a mommy." Later that next week, I have an opportunity to drop by a friend's home to take a baby gift that is over 5 months due! And yes, they live in a very close neighboring area. I'm a loser. Anyhow, when I show up, we begin talking and I'm realizing God has set up this encounter as well. My friend (from my master's program) is moving home to Oklahoma and needs someone to take over her office lease. Prime location, sharing an office suite with 2 other counselors I went to school with. Lovely. Now I'm saying, "God....are you kidding me? How can this be?". So I call the supervisor again and say, "Keep me on your short list....I may be coming in soon. I've got one more obstacle to climb, then I'll be ready to make a decision." Within two short days I get a call from a ministry leader saying we need to talk. The needs within the body of Christ are growing. "We need you Laura." My response, "Me?". Yes...you! God said it. I simply said, "Yes, Lord...let them know I am here."
I'm leaving this meeting telling God all kinds of things. Like how scared I am. How I love being a stay at home mom. How I cannot do this thing without Him. The difficulties we face when Aaron is out of town. Oh, the frustrations I've felt over failures I can't even speak out loud. The sweet voice of Jesus calms and says, "I am here." "Yes Lord, I see you all around. This is all far too orchestrated in blessing for me to have concocted this myself. What are you asking? What is the plan?" His response, "The plan is for you to be for the body what I designed." "Ok, Lord. But you've got to remove me from the process. Remind me they don't want to hear from me, they want to hear from you. So speak...please. Use me."
I come home, talk to Aaron. He sees the same things unfolding. I make one final call to my supervisor and say, "When can we meet to set this up?" His response, "Early next week, and oh by the way....I was contemplating not taking anymore supervisees, but I'll agree to see you through this." My LORD! What in the world! Talk about being in the right place at the right time, and under the right influences. Then a few days later, I go meet with my friend (one of the office suite partners) and she shows me the office. Wow. It's real now. I can see it unfold. How long have I been blind? How long did I linger?
After lunch that day, I knew this was the season. It doesn't make sense. Doesn't fit into my plans. And doesn't seem appealing to have my life "undone" in this way. My obsessions as a stay-at-home-mom are all falling into view now. It was an attack. The enemy had me pinned down into a whirlwind of perfection and self-absorption. If I'm that easily distracted by messy closets and piles of laundry, no wonder I've felt useless at times. Two years of my life have been spent in comparison to what I should be getting done, what others seem to accomplish, and how "my life" was teeter-tottering between normal and chaotic! Rushing from here to there, and everywhere in between. And I honestly, didn't really have anywhere I had to be! All choices. Simple choices.
The name of the practice is still undecided. But my heart keeps calling it "Brookstone Counseling Services". When I think about a brook, I think of quiet, calm, peaceful waters. The kind that trickle. Memories kind of do that too. Don't you think? And the stones beneath a brook have been worn smooth. Not all of them are perfect, but smoother for being in the brook, than on the dry ground. The mental imagery here provides peace to me. God requires that we "get wet" sometimes. May I be found dipping my hands into the brook....rescuing a few prize stones.
Blessings!