This is what I have asked myself all week. Well, after I stopped asking what exactly my job IS. That, I still haven't exactly figure out. But the real question now, and only time will tell, is- can I do it? I'm not entirely sure.
Can I be brave enough to go into some legitimately scary neighborhoods?
Can I handle working with people who may try to take advantage of the services I am there to provide, without judging them?
Can I take care of myself in a situation where I don't know what to do?
Can I overcome my anxiety and work with complete strangers, in a town I'm unfamiliar with, not knowing really how to help?
Can I, a single white girl with no children and not many responsibilities, empathize with families who come from what seems like an entirely different world? And will they like, or even respect, me?
All of these things and more, I'm almost entirely sure that I can't do on my own. If I make it (another) week in this job, it will be because I have a God who gives me EXACTLY what I need, as I need it. Because right now, I'm scared to death! Scared for my own safety (not that I would put myself in a dangerous position purposefully) but especially scared of failing miserably. But, my God is a God who provides, and He provided this job. So I am confident that He will take care of me and will make something out of this.
Next week will be WEEK 2- my first real week in the field. And I have no idea what I'm doing. Time to put my big girl pants on.