and I have filled him with the Spirit of God, with wisdom, with understanding, with knowledge and with all kinds of skills –
In January 2015, I officially tendered. My last actual working day was 16 February 2015 and it was a mix of relief and faith that the new season was finally here, but also of apprehension of what exactly was to come.
My schedule went from busting-in-the-seams-packed to a white empty page, beckoning me to draw something on it.
I had well-intentioned people coming up to me, asking about my plans. When I said it was simply to rest, they gave a very concerned look. That was when I noticed how uncomfortable people seemed to be about making time for rest. Our world moves so fast, we spin on a crazy pace, but we just keep going on and on, not allowing our souls to breathe.
I wanted to breathe.
I honestly had enough of the work-till-you-drop cycle and was desperate for a break. But more than that, I knew this was a step of faith that God wanted me to take. From the outside, it probably looked like I did not make a well-thought-out decision. But deep inside, the conviction could not be stronger.
So I did. 🙂
On the last day of work, I said my goodbyes, hugged as many of the Centre’s children as I could, and trusted that this completely new season was welcoming me with open arms, and wonderful things were in store.
In the middle of February 2015, we made an appointment to see my Gynae for further checks and a discussion on what to do next. It was not something I was excited about. In fact, I told Bren I wanted to postpone it till a few months later, but my parents convinced me otherwise.
The date set was 28 February 2015 – my Mum’s birthday. 🙂