Friends! It has been much too long. I’m sorry for my extended leave of absence as of late. But I promise … I have a pretty good excuse. Let’s catch up, yes?
Let’s talk Twinkies first.
The Twinkie Project has undergone some serious plastic surgery. Face-lift. Tummy tuck. Lipo. The works. We’ve trimmed her up real nice and purdy. But don’t fret, it’s all for the best.
Who was the surgeon, you ask? Thankfully, not me. I did not excel in anatomy.
This project has been handed off to a team, as in several people, who will be taking it to infinity and beyond. Three highly qualified and ridiculously creative gentlemen are now driving the Twinkie Project to another level of awesomeness. I am still participating in helping to bring it to life, just on a smaller, less time-consuming scale.
Among the many changes that it has seen, the Twinkie Project has been renamed. Granted, the “Twinkie Project” was never on its birth certificate, so the code name still applies for now.
Without giving too much away, I will say this — it has grown much larger than I would have dared to dream.
Turns out the basic idea behind it — sending young people abroad to broadcast their lives to us and teach us about countries and peoples we don’t know — is not so new. As a matter of fact, there are several other organizations and companies that have pioneered this concept.
Only thing is … Compassion is the only one among the crowd that really does something so beautifully different — partnering with the church; equipping pastors to minister to their communities more holistically. We empower and enable people who have the hearts for ministry but not the means.
So while our little “Twinkie” looks like the other Twinkies on the outside, we’re filled with something entirely different on the inside.
Who knew Twinkies could make for such spiritual metaphors? Moving on.
Meanwhile, while the Twinkie has been under the knife, I have been up to some mischief of my own.
Working. Doing my new job. My real, permanent, big-kid job. I GOT HIRED!
I am now an official team member of Donor Services and my role on the team is that of Donor Services Specialist. What all does mean exactly? I have no idea.
KIDDING!
I’m pretty sure I have one of the best jobs in the building. I am hereby responsible for taking the stories and information that we receive from the field (i.e. the countries we work in) regarding the Child Survival Program and working with writers and designers to create crazy-awesome reports that we send to our donors.
See? Uh-mazing job.
And because we serve a big God, donors keep pouring in despite every outside force or news report telling us now is not the time to be giving away your money.
So I stay plenty busy and I couldn’t be happier.
I guess you could say that the intern has finally graduated. God’s timing is not mine, but it is better. His plans have been rich with blessing and had the last year not transpired the way that it did, I would have never known His goodness, His faithfulness or His perfect provision for each day.
So now that I’m not going anywhere … it’s time to have a little fun.
There’s no such thing as detention in the work world, right?