I hardly know where to start. Perhaps I should begin with the presentation.
On August 14 I gave a presentation for “the proposal” I worked on during my internship. By the grace of God, it was received very well. Various department heads were there, including the marketing director himself, and they all liked the idea. A lot. In fact, they liked it so much, the first question was “What are our next steps?”
I was speechless.
My supervisor, Chris Giovagnoni, filled in my silence. “Uhhh …”
Good call Chris. Way to cover.
Shortly after the presentation, I debriefed with Chris. What he then told me only led to yet another level of amazement and surprise.
How would you feel about working with us for another six weeks? You’d be doing different stuff since you completed your internship project, but you’d still be involved with the ‘next step’ discussions. And we’d buy you some time, free of the ‘what do I do now’ question, as Human Resources considers all the candidates for the positions you’ve applied for.”
Let me paint a picture for you.
The night before, I was lying on my back on the floor of my room in tears as I spoke with my mom about my doubt and fears for the future.
“What if I am not supposed to be in Colorado or with Compassion at all?” I sobbed.
“What if my time here is done? Where will I go now? How am I supposed to know what to do?”
God was in control and His timing was perfect … yet again. He made it clear where He wanted me and what He wanted me to be doing the next day, the day of the internship graduation.
Would I have been better off knowing I would be staying days or even weeks before? Not necessarily.
The only thing that would have changed would have been my desperate dependence on Him. I would have begun to take over control of the next steps and, if memory serves me right, I typically screw things up.
So what seemed to be hard and uncomfortable test of faith was actually the Lord’s way of saving me from myself in the long run. It has painted for me a more real and tangible picture of His grace.
So here I sit; in my same cube at my same desk, happy as a lark.
What is a lark and why is it happy?