Last time I was here, it was New Years’. Life has been moving fast.
Now it happens that I’m ready to turn another page this week, and begin a brand new career. I’m excited, and anxious to begin. I won’t belabor the “God thing” (as people describe it) that brought me and this opportunity together. I’ll just say that each time I bowed to what I believed God wanted for me in spite of what I wanted, another ‘miraculous’ happening occurred. And now I find myself bent for the world of medical billing again, with the freedom to research and dig and pursue every facet of the work that I love–and that I’ve proven to be pretty adept at.
I was blessed beyond measure back in January to be selected to work for the local bank. I learned a few of the multiple steps involved in clearing deposits, validating checks, and verifying and identifying documents related to new accounts, forged checks, wire transfers. etc.. While the work was originally totally foreign to me, I learned quickly and enjoyed the process. I found the rest of the team I came to know were kind, and most of them helpful and welcoming. As the process became routine, our personalities were revealed, the typical insecurities and posturing rising to the surface, but all in all it was an experience that I enjoyed and will carry its finer points with me into my new endeavors.
One memory that I will treasure in a special way: the laugh of Joy, my supervisor. She mentors, encourages and teaches. She measures and delegates, carefully shaping and pointing her employees to a higher goal, excellence in action. But her laugh. She laughs at the slightest provocation, an unfettered, bubbling laughter that ripples over onto her staff. I remember working like a fury during daily closing, trying to hustle and endure to the end when I would hear the pure peals of her joy-filled laughter lifting my spirits and making the work–sorry to repeat myself–a pure joy.
I remember that back on January 1 I asked, “What’s Next, Father?” I still ask that question every day, and wait patiently now for His answers. They’re sure to come. Not early but certainly not late. He has always been and will continue to answer me “just in the nick of time.”