This is about that time of the year when I “close the books” and reflect on what’s transpired in the last months. As I look back, the word surprise may be the understatement of the year in my (and perhaps everyone else’s) opinion.
Whenever I need God to show up in my situation, this is one of those stories I always go back to. He’ll show up. He always will.
Last Sunday night, my friends—the Gals—and I went on our weekly video call. We usually reserved the hot seat to the gal who entered the call last (this week it was Iya again), but Mau’s question was way too good to not direct it to the entire group. “What are the top five things you’ll miss the most (about today)?”
July 15, Wednesday.
July 22, 4:45 PM.
I was caught in the middle of a blackout from the rain; attending to something at work when suddenly, one particular thought floated above sea level. I stopped what I was doing to accommodate it, but it hit me like dawn after a long night:
Today is my last official day at work.
I surprised myself. When I expected to feel the usual grief that came with goodbyes, what came was a dose of fresh excitement. I found myself smiling and thinking, “Now that was a good run.”