Sample dialogue for any
conversation ever right now
Well-meaning person: well now, and what are you
going to do after graduation? 
Me: *turns into a monster taco and eats them*
Okay, actually I mumble something about looking
mainly for internships and a few jobs, mostly in churches. But inside that
panic attack is kicking into high gear. I’m not making assumptions for the rest
of the senior class, but I have no clue where I’m going to be after graduation.
What I’m going to be doing. Where I’ll be living. 
Hello, terror. 
Worst of all is that feeling that I won’t end up
in the right place, that I’ll suddenly discover I hate what I’m doing and now
I’m stuck with it. for me, that confusion is compounded, because I’m about to
switch to only a music ministry track and what if I suddenly decide music
ministry is just not for me? or I’m really bad at it? I can barely stumble
through the prayers of the church on Sundays, and I want to lead services? 
Okay, step back for a second, Anna’s just writing
a post about general graduation freakout, we’re in a class called missional
church, how do these connect? 
Well, they sort of do in my mind. When I track my
terror to its source, it’s that I’m not sure I’m going to end up in the right
place. And oh, God’s not going to guide me to the right place? God has no plans
whatsoever? great. Once again, my anxiety is really just me pushing God away.
No big deal, I got this, I’ll panic about it on my own thanks very much. 
Wherever I end up in four months, God’s going to
have work for me to do there. And this is the big takeaway for me from this
whole class: I’m on mission for God wherever I am. Whether I’m living in my
parents’ basement or working at a megachurch (or both), I’m living out God’s
mission. And as long as I spend a lot of time prayerfully asking for guidance,
I can’t go too far wrong. 
Can I?

Anna