Construction

Moving to a new town can be very adventurous. You have the opportunity to form new relationships, find new hobbies, and many times find a new job.  For the past month and a half, I have been working for a guy named Ray doing construction jobs in the city of Wilmore and surrounding Kentucky countryside.  Work hours have been far from consistent, and I often find out when I will work 15 minutes before I need to be there.  I'm learning God is faithful and our Provider even when circumstances may seem otherwise.

I chose to work in construction for two reasons. 1) It was the first job I found.  And 2) Elise and I want to be missionaries.  Many of you know me.  Especially the 25+ roommates I've had live with me through my college years. With a track record like that, I wonder how Elise makes it with me.  Anyways, I don't think one of my friends, family members, or former roommates would use the adjective "handyman" to ever describe my list of attributes. Yet, here I am in a job that requires a variety of skills to complete each and every task.  Most days that I work, I suck. I'm learning.  I hope these "handy" skills that I am learning will be of good use when we are in another country for longterm.

So far, my favorite thing about working in construction is not the skills I have learned, but the people I have come to know.  I have worked for two different contractors in the last 6 weeks.   One of my bosses is a former Asbury Seminary Grad from 2004 who has already taken a break from the ministry.  My other boss had a bad car accident that prevents him from continuing his electrician profession.  There is some pretty deep hurt and pain that comes up casually in conversations as we work hours on hours with each other.  I pray God will continue to be present in these conversations.  I think there is work he wants to do.