I must be getting older because its getting harder and harder to discern between the ending and beginning of things. Where does one row end and another begin? Or is it just a "seem-less" shifting of color and light?
My husband's assistant of 14 years is pursuing a new career path, and while this left him feeling overwhelmed, I was tickled with the idea of helping to fill the gap in his real estate practice. The last few weeks of training have taught me this is no small task! And yet, it feels totally natural at the same time. Just another way to use our team working skills that we've honed over the last twenty plus years. Beginnings are like that: exciting, full of lots of growth, and overwhelming at times.
It's the endings that are so hard. Who likes to say goodbye? Not me! I've been fortunate enough to have spent the last 7 years working at a lovely local church full of caring souls. Together I've supported them through several pastor changes and they've supported me while my kids went through the elementary, middle and high school years.
Cleaning my desk today was evidence of time well spent: greeting cards full of encouragement and appreciation; drawings from my kids (one of our 8 year old dog, "Lucy," as a puppy!); post-it notes with "I love you Mon" (I think the author intended "Mom" not "Man") written by a patiently waiting child; a doily created in a knitting class; a teapot to warm chilly Lent Days; and, the list goes on . . .
I found this church at a particularly poignant time, a friend was losing her battle with cancer. Over these past seven years I've learned to accept ALL that life presents, the "good" and the "bad," because that's where grace dwells.
Perhaps this place found me after all?