My employee review went fine. Nice things were said. An honest conversation was had. Some degree of job security was established. And no one mentioned anything about me wearing flip-flop style shoes past Labour Day.
My final grade was about a "B".
Then, when Steve prayed for me, I cried. And my nose got all runny. And there was no kleenex in the room.
And that's all.
I came home emotionally drained by the drama of it all. Executive office. Tears. Runny nose. Affirming words. Helpful advice. And the gentle prayer, "Dear God...thank you for your daughter, Jane ..."
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So glad, this is the first time I've had a chance to read your blog in weeks, glad to hear the Lord is taking care of you too. I often remember the days when we were praying for a job for you and He gave you that one. Awesome when I think of how He put your talents to such good use. You seem to be in the perfect place for you. Praise God.
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