These last few days, well, the last few weeks really, have been filled with hefty decisions and weighty matters that seemed almost too much for either James or I to handle. However, we have been blessed tremendously with the blessings from heaven and with the Spirit as we have prayed, pondered, and made a difficult decision. I have to take the time my body requires to heal and recover from this lengthy sickness that has prevailed for the better part of seven months, and from the barrage of migraines that have plagued me for the past ten years. I'm tired and now it is time for me to give in and rest.
Though our decisions have not been easy ones, we are confident they are the right ones. We know that God will bless us according to our faith. We know that as long as we continue to do all we can and then ask the Lord for help that He will provide us with what we need in order to continue on. This doesn't mean that I'm going to win the lottery and suddenly find myself a good ten million dollars richer, but it does mean that James and I will have sufficient for our needs.
So it is with a sigh of sadness that I go into work today to pick up my personal belongings and say good-bye to my coworkers and friends. I will miss not being able to just turn to Gina and talk to her about anything and everything. I will miss laughing as AQ and I position her small round mirror at just the right spot on the file cabinet across the aisle to be able to see each other just by looking at it. I will miss asking Lynn for napkins each day and talking to her about the things going on in her life. I will miss the crazy funniness that is Venessa and how she could always make me laugh on even the toughest of days. I'll miss the camaraderie, the frustrations, the problem solving, the tears, and the laughter. But most of all I will miss just being there in the midst of such a great group of people.
2 comments:
This means I can call and talk your head off in the middle of the day. And don't think I won't! Good for you for doing what you know you need to, Crystal. Love, Lucy.
Oh, please don't make me cry again. I won't be able to handle it.
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