To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven: A time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted; A time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up…Ecclesiastes 3:1-3
As I sat in Human Resources on Sept. 8, that’s what I heard in my spirit.
I racked my brain trying to think of what I could have done that was so wrong for them to make clear to me that I was no longer welcome at my job.
Let me be clear: Part of me wanted to tell them what I really thought of them and this job.
But then I heard that phrase quietly in my head and an odd sense of peace came over me.
Don’t cry, don’t get mad, I told myself. Keep your head up.
Heading back to my office, with students heading to class and the cafeteria, I felt like I was in a daze. Banners for events I helped plan meant nothing anymore.
That was a Thursday. On Sunday, I cleaned out my office.
In the 3 years I’d been there, I knew something wasn’t right. There were some amazing highs, but devastating lows. I’d taken 2 stress leaves in those 3 years. I knew I couldn’t stay somewhere that was not good for my mental health.
But I’m an optimist who tends to focus on the good, so I likely would have stayed beyond what I should have.
This had to happen.
Now it’s time to get my faith up and believe God for better, for next level, because this level is completed.
Let the healing begin.
--“Til the End,” William Becton & Friends
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