Notes To Myself
Lest I forget before I see Counselor, or lest I forget in general...
Apparently I got over the not being brave thing. Yesterday at work I called six or seven people I didn't know to let them know their employment posters had arrived. I, who have heretofore had serious issues with making such calls, made all these calls without having to stop to breathe in between.
Also in the Chronicles of Bravery, I managed to make a phone call on Saturday that I had been afraid of for quite some time. And it went ok. Maybe even well.
On Friday, HeadGuy was on the phone with someone, and I heard him tell them about me. I got a glowing review in that conversation where no review was necessary. It's a lovely thing having a job where I am valued.
Today I did something completely out of character. Today I emailed someone I only vaguely know through an online community that I'm not even a part of. I watch this community from the sidelines, though, and this person turns out to be my neighbor, relatively speaking. Basically, she's close enough to meet for coffee, especially now that she's taking a class a block from where I work. Heh. So sometime soon I may be meeting a RevGal.
Everything has changed since June, except the one thing that doesn't ever change. God has been faithful. I know that now. I expected it all those months, yes, but I lack patience, and I am not particularly trusting. But here I am in February. It is nearly a year after counseling began. A year since the panic began. A year since all hell broke loose. And with the exception (at this point) of the housing situation, everything that was lost has been restored.
Everything.
And not just restored.
From my job to my health to various relationships, and everything else (except the housing, which I am still waiting on), I have been blessed abundantly. There were plenty of times when I felt like Job last year. More than one person mentioned the comparison to me as well. At least once I was admonished not to curse God and die. In the midst of my Job story, I remember looking up and reminding God that Job's tale ended in restoration, so I was expecting mine to do the same. It has, and then some.
I couldn't say this six months ago. Maybe someday I'll have that kind of faith. But better late than never, right?
Blessed be the name of the Lord.
Apparently I got over the not being brave thing. Yesterday at work I called six or seven people I didn't know to let them know their employment posters had arrived. I, who have heretofore had serious issues with making such calls, made all these calls without having to stop to breathe in between.
Also in the Chronicles of Bravery, I managed to make a phone call on Saturday that I had been afraid of for quite some time. And it went ok. Maybe even well.
On Friday, HeadGuy was on the phone with someone, and I heard him tell them about me. I got a glowing review in that conversation where no review was necessary. It's a lovely thing having a job where I am valued.
Today I did something completely out of character. Today I emailed someone I only vaguely know through an online community that I'm not even a part of. I watch this community from the sidelines, though, and this person turns out to be my neighbor, relatively speaking. Basically, she's close enough to meet for coffee, especially now that she's taking a class a block from where I work. Heh. So sometime soon I may be meeting a RevGal.
Everything has changed since June, except the one thing that doesn't ever change. God has been faithful. I know that now. I expected it all those months, yes, but I lack patience, and I am not particularly trusting. But here I am in February. It is nearly a year after counseling began. A year since the panic began. A year since all hell broke loose. And with the exception (at this point) of the housing situation, everything that was lost has been restored.
Everything.
And not just restored.
From my job to my health to various relationships, and everything else (except the housing, which I am still waiting on), I have been blessed abundantly. There were plenty of times when I felt like Job last year. More than one person mentioned the comparison to me as well. At least once I was admonished not to curse God and die. In the midst of my Job story, I remember looking up and reminding God that Job's tale ended in restoration, so I was expecting mine to do the same. It has, and then some.
I couldn't say this six months ago. Maybe someday I'll have that kind of faith. But better late than never, right?
Blessed be the name of the Lord.
Labels: Counseling, Work
posted by The Other Gatekeeper at
7:23 PM
5 Comments:
This is such good news. Couldn't happen to a nicer or more deserving arachnid!
What lovely reading :-)
Keep on keeping on, my friend - you're doing fantastically and we're all proud of you (God included) xxx
Thank you for your post. It's been a...uhm...bizarre week and I needed to hear someone bless our God.
Shalom, in all its meaning
PastorBluejeans
Stumbled over here from Africa Kid and I'm thrilled to see somebody else discovering the joys of getting to pick and choose who you really want to be out of what's left of you....
I'm in therapy and dazed and grateful with every new thing. She's proud of me, too.
God bless you on your journey...and your pursuit of safe places..
Yay! You too, beth!
PBJ- I do so appreciate your random appearances here. Do check your inbox on rlp, man.
Jonah- It's your turn to heal. This is my prayer for you, friend.
Kathryn- I love that I have such a random, hilarious and sweet friend across the pond!
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