I discovered I made a mistake with a client recently.
It was a decent sized mistake with implications and significant consequences.
This photo depicts the feeling I had. Shock, disbelief. A sense of "I can't believe what I'm seeing.
A print job that needed to be delivered for an important conference and was hung up at the printer. Not their fault. My fault. 100% my fault. A simple mistake. No chance it could get there in time.
Holy Saturday.
The in between. The day after the shock and trauma of death.
The waking up, if sleep was had at all, to the brief hope that it was all a nightmare. Then the dawning thud of reality. He's not coming home. She's not coming home. Life as we know it has fundamentally shifted. We will never be the same.
The Day After.
Saturday, March 9th I had a moment.
It was the day after I reached Level 53 in the game of life (ie. my 53rd birthday).
I was having a conversation with my husband, Michael, trying to nail down some final thoughts for a sermon I was preaching the next day about the woman at the well in John 4, and he said something that seemed innocuous but sparked something in me. He said “you certainly have your moments” which was (in this case anyway) a compliment! We all have our moments, for better or for worse, and that day I realized something that was holding me back and decided to change.
