{"id":4257,"date":"2019-05-05T13:36:55","date_gmt":"2019-05-05T18:36:55","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/mojdi.org\/1\/?p=4257"},"modified":"2019-05-05T14:21:37","modified_gmt":"2019-05-05T19:21:37","slug":"jobie-journal-i-have-finally-found-where-i-belong","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/mojdi.org\/1\/2019\/05\/05\/jobie-journal-i-have-finally-found-where-i-belong\/","title":{"rendered":"Jobie Journal: “I have finally found where I belong”"},"content":{"rendered":"

By: Erin A<\/strong>. – Member of Bethel #49, Crestwood —<\/em><\/p>\n

I\u2019ve always had some sense of individuality – kinda hard not to when you’re a freckled, redheaded, pale, ginger kid. At the ripe age of 10, I joined a group called Job\u2019s Daughters, a mixture between a sorority and Girl Scouts. At this awkward, pudgy time in my life, introverted was practically my middle name. If someone asked me a question, they would receive no mo<\/span>re than a nod or shake of the head, even if the question required a more verbal answer. I joined Job\u2019s Daughters with my older sister, who had quickly found a friend – reuniting with a girl from her old \u00a0Kindergarten. During the activities, I played the role of tag-along to them, too anxious to find a friend of my own. I never initiated a conversation if I wasn\u2019t forced to – If nobody talked to me, I would happily keep to myself. <\/span><\/p>\n

At each meeting, as a requirement of each officer in the Bethel, every girl has to relay a short paragraph of memorized work, which sounds easy enough for the average person. But my ten-year-old self was absolutely horrified, to say the least. Memorizing the work didn\u2019t bother me in the least, standing in front of everyone, terrified me. The Honored Queen would call my station\u2019s name, hesitantly rising from my seat, I would reply with a shaky nod. Heart thundering in the chest, threatening to leap out and run laps around the room. I had gone over my work perfectly, many times over, yet as I stood there with the weight of the room focused on me, I fumbled with the words, desperately trying to grasp them. Although I knew the people taking part in the meeting didn\u2019t care if I stumbled with the wording, I felt as though I let everyone down. I absolutely loathed that feeling of helplessness. \u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

There existed points in Job\u2019s Daughters, which I assume also happen in other activities, \u00a0where I did not want to go to a meeting or activity, simply because I didn\u2019t feel like it – that\u2019s how much Job\u2019s Daughters brought me out of a personal comfort zone. But because of the connections I made with my fellow Jobie sisters, I stuck with it. The friendships made in Jobies allows the Daughters to truly enjoy attending any event, otherwise, it is all work and no play. My friendships with the girls, allowed me to open up and actually enjoy talking to other people. The friends I made in Job\u2019s Daught<\/span>ers six years ago, I still keep up with. I feel as though my Bethel family has developed into my home away from home.<\/span><\/p>\n

I remember looking up to the Honored Queen at the time, thinking how unattainable, I could never possibly grow to that height, wear that royal cloak, and have an aura of utter royalty. Now, after years of hard work, I am the Honored Queen of my Bethel, leading with a fir<\/span>m hand and a soft heart. The initiates look to me for guidance and I can respond wisely with full trust in what I say. When someone new joins our Bethel, I offer the first hand in friendship. Through Job\u2019s Daughters I found my place in the world, as an ecstatic, outgoing, and thoughtful person; I have finally found where I belong.<\/span><\/p>\n

Editor\u2019s Note:<\/strong><\/span> Since the completion of this essay – the author has since went on to hold the leadership role of Honored Queen twice, as elected on by her peers, and is about to embark on her first year of college. <\/span><\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

By: Erin A. – Member of Bethel #49, Crestwood — I\u2019ve always had some sense of individuality – kinda hard not to when you’re a freckled, redheaded, pale, ginger kid. At the ripe age of 10, I joined a group called Job\u2019s Daughters, a mixture between a sorority and Girl Scouts. At this awkward, pudgy…
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